Most stories emerge in community when people engage with each other. But for stories to be recorded, the teller must disengage from that community to write. I am comfortable in community and I delight in solitude, but finding a balance between the two can be a challenge. I get so caught up in living in community, I do not take time to reflect on life with my pen in hand.
Painting: Solitude by Lord Frederick Leighton, Maryhill Museum of Art
Let October be dedicated to the scale, to the attempt at balancing life and writing. I am going to write something everyday. Something is my commitment; it may not be my best. (Ali, you're my inspiration with your ignus fatuus.) I don't want to post inferior work, but maybe if I know I have to post something, I will at least keep writing, and in the process, make improvement.
A blog seems representative of the two sides of life and writing: the solitary and the communal. Here I write about my life, and you read, sometimes responding in your own voice, as your stories intersect with mine.
Let's write and see what happens.