We’re almost to the end of the #AtoZChallenge. Actually, the rest of the world has finished. They’re in the clubhouse. I’m still putzing around out here. Makes me nostalgic for yesteryear, when a guy like me was able to finish a challenge like this on time.
It’s not apathy – I still have this yearning to write, every day.
It’s the time that lacks, the need to yield to life in other ways. I want to keep learning about writing, about words. I also want to learn to talk like an auctioneer. This is a true story. I ask my kids if they’d rather I spoke like an auctioneer or learned to yodel.
Yes, yodel – and you can guess what kind of responses I might get.
I missed my calling to ask two men I admire most about how I should be living. Coach John Wooden and Yoda. Because it’s Y and May 2, have I failed? Maybe there’s a magic active ingredient missing, the yeast that would ignite my writing to rise to the occasion.
Yonder a piece
If I could shuffle away with just my laptop, Rockies cap and a box of animal crackers, find a cabin or a yurt or a lean-to with Wi-Fi? I’d be golden. Off into the wild blue yonder, free to create and write and post and read and comment and be a blogger.
Yikes – do you realize what that would do?
It’d create such a sterile environment. What would I write about? Such isolation, such distance from the messy existence I try to keep tidy around me. This messy existence is the lifeblood of my thoughts, and as an extension, my writing. Without that? Yawn.
Not even the vistas and views of a Grecian coast or Yosemite Park could yield the kind of lifeblood I’d need to peddle my wares.
I’ve realized the very essence of what one writes is not of what one thinks. It’s who you are, yourself. It’s in the very struggle to get to this place to write these words that are yielding what I create when I get to this place to write these words.
Although my knee aches and my stylist suggested hair dye I still feel like I carry a youthful core because of this mechanism that ticks inside me to do just this.
The #AtoZChallenge offers yardsticks we can measure ourselves against, not of other writers involved, but where we were a year ago with this. To see if we’re making progress, learning, and not just yabbered posts cobbled together to get us from A to Z.
Note: I asked Facebook friends to give me Y words for this post. I used them all, in the order they came in.
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