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Giving Thanks

Every Thanksgiving, in addition to taking stock and feeling a general gratefulness for my life, I try to focus on one particular aspect of my life to be thankful for.  This isn’t always an easy choice to make, because the truth is I live a life full of blessings, even so this year, I feel I have a clear choice.

Mt. Blanc Valley

It was a peaceful walk, but disaster wan’t far away.

A little over a year ago I completed the Tour du Mt. Blanc (here’s the old post) with a close friend of mine.  Midway through the trip Continue reading

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A Day in Edinburgh

Edinburgh has a storybook quality about it.  The architecture, from the imposing castle that overlooks the city to the picturesque Georgian architecture of New Town, gives the whole city a dreamlike quality.  Perhaps this, in part, is what has led to Edinburgh being the creative workshop of so many authors: Robert Burns, Robert Louis Stevenson, Arthur Conan Doyle; the list is long.

Of course another reason could Continue reading

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Everyone’s a Critic (Including Me)

Writing a blog, unlike being a rock star, isn’t a self-esteem boosting career.  Now before you all start feeling overwhelmed with pity and sending me notes about how much you like what I write, let me clarify what I mean.  What I mean is that even if, and here comes a list of some majors if’s: you write like TS Eliot (I don’t), you have piles of readers, you have constant inspiration and you get a steady stream of fan mail; you’re still subjected to constant criticism.

The reason for this isn’t that blog readers are a group of online trolls who delight in the meaningless abuse of hapless authors, but more simply that everyone has their own tastes, or perhaps on a more basic level, their own needs.  One reader comes seeking entertainment, one inspiration and another, information. I actually strive to provide some level of all of these, but I’m more likely to find the Holy Grail than a balance that pleases everyone.

The criticism doesn’t stop there either.  Another thing I often hear is something along the lines of “shouldn’t you be producing something?”  or in other words “shouldn’t you have a real job where you make something worth money?”  My gut reaction to this is to try and list all the things I do accomplish, but the fact is there are those who are a good deal more productive than I am. I’m not a doctor providing lifesaving care for African villagers, nor am I busy blistering my hands building houses for the homeless.

That said, using ones productivity to measure one’s contribution to society ignores half of the equation.  To be a real benefit to the world one has to give more than one takes.  For example, if I make 10 apple pies a day, but eat 12 I can’t really make a claim to be doing my neighbors a lot of good, even if being inferior bakers they only make 5 apple pies a day.  In the end our consumption counts just as much as our production.

Of course, most of us like to think that we simply spend the money we make and things work out at least balanced.  Sadly, things are a bit more complicated.  Thanks to complex economics and our ability to rain a fiery death upon those that oppose us, westerners are able to consume roughly five times the amount they produce.  Even worse, the things we consume are often produced by slave labor which mercifully, at least for us, we aren’t forced to see.  (For those interested in taking a peak behind the curtain, I’m posting an online quiz that allows you see where and how many slaves you have working for you.  It’s the most fun you can have ripping apart your own life habits.)

Now I’m not going to sit here and lecture people about how they should start running barefoot since shoes are made by children in China: I prefer to keep my blog focused on the positive side of life which receives far too little attention.  Even so I think a little self-awareness can go a long way, that and I wouldn’t want everyone thinking that blog authors are the only members of society in need of a little criticism.

Click Here to see how many slaves work for you

I'm not sure how this relates to my post, except that it makes me want to consume massive amounts of candy.

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Finding My Voice Again

I owe all of you an apology.  Without warning I went from writing once or twice a week to not writing at all.  I should have warned you, but then again, I never planned to stop writing for so long.  In fact hardly a day went by that I didn’t think about sitting down at the computer to pen my next masterpiece.

So what prompted this spontaneous departure from writing?  I’ve spent the better part of the last week trying to think of an explanation.  My first justification was that I was taking a break, a vacation from my permanent vacation.  It’s certainly a convenient excuse as everyone needs a break sometimes, even when their “job” is traveling around the world and writing about it.  Still, the truth is I didn’t need a break.  The Ironman and trip through Europe left me energized and invigorated.  Ok, next excuse: maybe I had less to say, because I wasn’t traveling to new and exotic places.  Sounds good, too bad it’s a total lie.  Since I’ve been in the US, I’ve been to both coasts and covered mileage that would fizzle the small scale European mind.

So on and on I went trying out one excuse after another, some probably are partially true, others simply justifications.  In the end I decided the main culprit was something surprisingly subtle, I just haven’t been feeling like a writer.  That may sound like a simplistic truism, but take the following analogy: when we go on vacation the first day or two often don’t feel right; we’re not in the right mindset.  It takes time to adjust to life outside the office and the worries and concerns of “normal” life burden our minds.  Yet a few days later as we rest in the sand we begin to transform.  We find a different part of ourselves and begin to do things we would never normally do: to seek adventures, to party more, to open up to strangers, to try new things.

I’ve been going through a process like this.  Like the unhappy keyboard monkey who returns to the office after a week in paradise, I’ve returned to my home country.  I may not have the punishing office schedule that I used to, but all the concerns about bills, family, friends and responsibilities real or imagined, have pushed their way back into my mind.

Writing is an art.  A true master may be able to write on command regardless of circumstances, but I am no master.  It is humbling to realize how dependent I am upon my environment and circumstances.  Like most people, I like to think of myself of an autonomous individual, more influencing than influenced by the world around me, but that simply isn’t true.  Like most of us, I am largely a product of my environment, immensely influenced by everything from the ambient air temperature to the number of sprinkles on my ice cream cone.

Still, if I’ve learned anything this past year it’s that change and improvement are always possible.  If I can push myself to run, I can push myself to write.  So here I am.  That said, I have the added advantage of being on my way back to Europe.  Still, I owe you all some stories from this side of the pond, so look for those to be coming soon…

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