Write about it

(Sidenote: I had started a new blog for my creative writing class but it didn't really work out, so I am just combing them. Here's an entry from that other one.)

To begin this wonderful world of blogging, I will introduce myself. I am a junior at Utah State University and an English Teaching major. My creative non-fiction professor encouraged us to start a blog.. so here goes.

(Sidenote: This is an excerpt from another blog I started back in September. After ignoring both of them for over three months I am just combining them. So here's my one entry from that one.)

Dinty Moore said, “Countless writers have suggested over the years that the hardest, and the most crucial part of the enterprise is attaching the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair and applying oneself consistently to the task of moving words around on the page. —- Writing is a mysterious process. All you can do is open yourself to the possibilities, be willing to work and get at it.”

Even Flannery O’ Connor stated, “I’m a full-time believer in writing habits, pedestrian as it all my sound. You may be able to do without them if you have genius but most of us only have talent and this is simply something that has to be assisted all the time by physical and mental habits or it dries up and blows away.”

I believe myself to be a writer, but I lack the glue that holds my pants to the seat of my chair. In a world where there is so much pressure on school and getting good grades I find it hard to just sit down and write for me, except in my notebook in between classes, but I love to do it. So I guess this is me opening myself to the possibilities.

Today I was thinking about how time basically controls our lives. Sometimes we get so caught up in it that it’s hard to step back and just enjoy the moment. As I cross campus everyday I see us all rushing around like ants trying to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible leaving no time to linger and mingle, at least I know this is how it is for me. We wait, we run, we are constantly checking our watches, phones, Ipods and running off to the next event. We cross days off of our calendars like crossing something off a checklist.

I can just hear my own thoughts as I do, “Another day down…” Why another day down? Why not another day enjoyed? Another memory made? I’m not sure exactly how my blog will go, but this is just a thought that I had today, if we open ourselves to the possibilities of each day, no doubt they will be more than a day crossed off of our calendar. Short thought of the night.

Until next time…