The other day, I was asked why I started a blog. My answer was that I wanted to share my writing, creativity, and life experiences with the world. But that was only half the answer…
As a child, I had dreamed of one day becoming a writer, while my parents thought I would be better off as a doctor or business woman. Today, much of my writing is as random and irrelevant as the full-page articles one might find in The New Yorker Magazine, which often covers topics such as the hard-to-find items once found in produce section of the author’s local supermarket. Some years back, The New Yorker wrote an article about my family around the time when I was growing up in New York City. Perhaps that makes me pre-dispositioned to a life that is anything but ordinary.
A handful of posts I have written have the irrelevant style of The New Yorker and the sarcasm of Cockeyed. Who else would have a series of photos of myself and Angie in blue sweatshirts? Instead of filling up my blog with useless nonsense and sarcastic posts regarding insignificant topics, my father suggested I begin writing poetry again. Let’s face it; I’m much better being sarcastic than poetic, and as crazy as it seems, my mindless posts get more traffic than their academic counterparts.
In today’s society, we are obsessed with the mundane as a contrast to structured education. And as soon as the Internet took over our lives, we became constantly bombarded with irrelevant and useless information, the likes of which The New Yorker has found a way to capitalize upon by describing the mundane with words only seldom spoken by the likes of modern day college philosophy professors.
Several years ago, to prove a point about how society was becoming increasingly obsessed with stupidity, I auctioned off a half-finished bottle of Mountain Dew on eBay. Not only are we as a society fascinated by the mindless, but if something is for sale, regardless of how useless or wasteful, someone will always be willing to pay money for it.
Don’t get me wrong, I like The New Yorker, but take any topic, regardless of how boring, mundane, irrelevant, or stupid, write a two-page article about how idiotic it is using words found only in an unabridged dictionary, and people will come from miles around to pay for the opportunity to read it.
It’s great that what you dreamt of in the childhood, you are doing today. And, there are some hurdles as I see and you crossed them well in your life.
It all starts early but it is up to you how that dream be real or not so congrats to you. Dreams do come true you just have work for it.
Congrats, for living your dream as a writer. Hopefully young people can be just like you. Living their dreams.
Only few people can do what they have dreamt in childhood. congrats to you for living your your dreams.
Literacy has definitely changed since the internet took over. I’d love to hear what the response was like with that half-finished bottle of Mountain Dew! I feel like once you have a trusted audience though, it gives you the freedom to explore other forms of writing like poetry or in-depth opinion pieces.
Thank you for sharing this with us. Just by reading it gave me a lot of courage to continue writing. Very interesting thoughts.
I like your writing style, especially when you also share some of the pictures that you take. I think you are vbery talented.
Does the half-finished bottle of mountain dew was sold on ebay? I never would have thought!
Nothing beats living your dream. It usually gives one the best feelings ever. I like your writing style too.
Great point you got there. I think most people now lack sense and originality. It’s good to know that there are great writers like you.
I believe everyone should have their unique way of writing. This helps to stand an author out. you need a nice work with your writings.
Determination really is one thing one need to grow his or her dream. Thank God you shared to the general public, I love ur work
It seems good to me to follow our own hobbies and interests because parents are a guide in our growth, but who decides what to do or in what to dedicate ourselves is decided by each one.