Broken Record · 23 September 2023
When it comes to writing advice, I wonder if I sound like a broken record… record… record.
The only advice I seem to give to people who want to be writers is the following:
Write. Write. Write. Publish. Publish. Publish. Write publish write. Publish write publish. Write, write, publish. Publish, publish, write.
You get the picture. No matter how you slice it…
At any rate, I wonder if I do that with other subjects too. I wonder how often I write about stuff that I already wrote about. I suppose that I could go back and reread some of my posts to find out just what I did write. But there is no real point to that. I know that I have written about several subjects multiple times.
The thing is… It does not really matter.
I suppose that it would matter if I wrote about the same thing over and over and over and over again. It would be like hearing that broken record… record… record. The same thing over and over and over and over again.
But writing is not really like that. At least not for me. Or at least not totally for me. For me, writing is new every morning. Even if I wrote about the same subject before. Which I might have done. Still, it makes me wonder if I ought to write serial fiction or take a break from this whole blogging gig. Do something different with my writing. Then again, I enjoy blogging. And I think it keeps my mind going for the other writing that I do. Which is funny and nostalgic to think about.
I used to write once a week. It was all I thought I had time for. Just get that blog post done on Saturday and present it to the world that dame day. Before the rest of the family got up. Before pancakes or waffles or whatever we had for breakfast. Before we were off to soccer or whatever activity we were doing when the kids were young.
It is funny to think about those days because I know that I could not just write once a week anymore. Just spending an hour to get a blog post done and buffed a little. No polishing. No time. Just throw it out there. It was good enough.
Now, I wonder how I get any writing done writing for under an hour six days a week. It seems like the time flies and I need to get to work even though the words are flowing at eighty miles an hour.
It is also nostalgic to think about the days of yore because I loved when the kids were young. They were the important thing. And they were often the subjects of my blogs. No repeats there. No broken records… records… records. Just a little peek into the days of our life.
Ah well. Such is nostalgia. We long for the good ole days. Or at least we remind ourselves that we have been blessed by them. But we know we cannot go back.
When I first started this blog post, I thought I would be clever and post a bunch of paragraphs about writing and publishing, writing and publishing, writing and publishing. But now I see that the repeated words are a bit silly. And I notice that the subject has changed. Ah well. I may keep giving the same writing advice, but I no longer think that I just sound like a broken record… record… record.
© 2023 Michael T. Miyoshi
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