I often share overly personal information about my family on Mostly Teachable, but neglect to share some of the honest to goodness details of my happy life here in the wilds of Southern Michigan. This year I plan to post my photo collection from each Week That Was. To kick off 2013, I thought I’d go back into my vault and share some of what turned out be a really nice 2012. Here are some of the pictures from the last 12 months:
Each day I write my blog, but sometimes I forget about it. There are times when I need to be reminded that the writing is fun and can be taken away as easily it was started. Last night was an old school migraine night. One of those nights when I couldn’t possibly write a blog post. I couldn’t write a check to the Grim Reaper so that he’d take me away. At one point during the evening I got off of my face and out of the bed long enough to say something to my wife. She was watching American Idol, which apparently is a program about Nikki Minaj. The Minaj Mahol was telling some hapless singer about her waffle eating habits. Nikki wasn’t just drunk, she was f-unk. The migraine, along with AI, pierced my eyeballs and sent me back between tossing my own waffles and the bed.
Somewhere in the early hours of morning, long about two o’clock in the morning, I woke up with slightly less of a headache. The headache was momentarily kicking my butt rather than my head (although, they’re eerily similar). The first thing I thought about was writing this weird little blog. Then I fell back asleep. When I got up for the day, the thought of putting some electronic ink down was still with me, though. I kind of missed putting the blog together on a day when I couldn’t do it. Making up Mostly Teachable as I go along is cathartic. Writing the blog is a way of scribbling out the good and bad events of each day and making sense out of them. Sometimes the blog works, many times it doesn’t. Quality and quantity are beside the point. Writing is fun for me, because it’s a way of sorting out life. Nasty migraines, obnoxious reality singing show judges and the rest of life.
Blogging for me Writing is all about the content, the nuance, the meaning of what the author is trying to say. In the case of this particular blog, I try to get at least some of that right. So, when friends who read this regularly started to mention that the audio player was hinky and not functional, I got motivated to blow up the blog with the bath water. This new…thing has a better player for the podcast episodes, plus some different features and menus. The thing is, if I’m committed to putting up a new, decidedly weird post each day, the place I post them better be cool. Hence this new work in progress. The best is yet to come ( or some related cliché).
This is an audio podcast response to Michelle W.’s Daily prompt question for 2/12/13 at The Daily post. In this podcast, I talk about how my blog came by it’s name, how I became (Mostly) Teachable and the nature of the blog. Below is a link to Michelle’s original piece:
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Where will today’s inspiration come from? Do I have enough ideas in the tank to put together something enjoyable?
The thing that I do each day is let life act as its own source of inspiration. Each and every situation in life becomes material for this blog and the novel I’m working on. I keep scraps of paper within reach all of the time. Most of them would appear incomprehensible to anyone else. Papers filled with nonsense words, circled phrases unrelated to anything outside of my own mind. Most days there is a single word that relates to everything I’m writing. Today the word was inspiration. What kind of things inspire and fire my imagination? I wondered this throughout the day, as I have over the past few days. Many times, especially during the 15° days of January, inspiration seems in short supply. The rhetoric of shortsightedness fills the airwaves and it’s hard to find that one act of altruistic goodness that inspires and enlightens. Each day I live with good humor and optimism and look at life for things to write about. I live the long-sighted life. Writing is my aspiration today. A hobby, but one I can look forward to growing in for many years. Instant success has eluded me, but long-term bliss is captured and contained in my pocket as I walk along the road of life. Inspiration for writing is always a conversation away. One moment I have nothing to write about, and the next the events of the day have made me laugh until I can’t help but pour the words out onto paper. I may not have anything in the tank today, but I know that with enough faith and cheer the words will come naturally. They always do.