Two Measly Paragraphs · 30 November 2013
It is amazing. Sometimes I think I am destined to be a writer. Then comes a day or two or three when all I can seem to do is write two measly paragraphs.
I know that I should not take to heart the sentiments that I should not quit my day job, but sometimes this writing thing gets me down. I slave at the keyboard to come up with something witty or pithy and words cannot even describe what gets into the computer. Or more likely, what gets deleted.
I wonder about my own audacity thinking that I can perfect a craft that I have a great love for, but which I do not spend enough time perfecting. A craft that demands time and energy. Time and energy which ought to be going toward sleep or family interaction.
Sometimes, I wonder whether the early mornings spent writing will all be worth it. When I look back, will I regret the sleep I lost? Will I regret the naps I inadvertently took when I should have been paying attention to my wife and children?
I wonder if the pages and pages of columns that only a few eyes have seen each week will be worth the time and effort I have spent laboring on each word, sentence, and paragraph.
I wonder.
Then, I realize. It does not matter. It does not matter because the time I have spent sitting in front of my computer or writing in notebooks has shaped me into the person I am today. Like Popeye, “I yam what I yam and that’s all that I yam.” I may never expound such profound insight or make such literary impact, but I might make one of my few fans (real or imaginary) chuckle.
When it comes right down to it, it does not matter whether any of my writing ever amounts to anything more than a bunch of bits on the computer because I really am a writer. It is more than just what I do. It is part of who I am. I would be incomplete without my writing.
And of course, it does not really matter whether anybody ever reads my writing because as my wife says, it is much cheaper than therapy.
I was disappointed this morning when I wrote about only completing two measly paragraphs, but I feel better now. For better or for worse, those two scrawny paragraphs have multiplied into something more.
It just goes to show. Sometimes we just need to start. Even if it is only with two measly paragraphs.
© 2013 Michael T. Miyoshi
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