Oh Go Blog About It

As I sit here, still reeling and hungover from the extended weekend, I realize that this experiment of Shore to Pschorr will be pretty challenging. Being inspired to write was easy. Something would happen in my life that created instant words. Nothing was forced. Nothing was consistent. And some cool things came out of it.

This new trek into the worn out world of BlogSpot brings on so many new opportunities to explore. Instead of waiting for inspiration, I am finding it. I'm drawing the most out of the least. I am grabbing the something out of the nothing. I'm taking my own advice to "take in the nuances of life and make it reverberate with passion. Find the great in the small. The perfect in the created. The something in the nothing. And embrace it."

The outcome, so far, has been 2-fold.

Upping my frequency of writing supposedly helps the quality of my writing. It allows you to see a trend. A progression. A flow. I like these things.

But if I am now, in fact, 'finding' my own inspiration instead of just waiting until i move out or start a new job, I am shining a brighter light on parts of my day that were never lit up. Looking at your daily life with a stronger lens, a better zoom, a brighter light, makes you see so much more that you would have never realized.

It's a dangerous tool to have. I don't want my life to turn into constant recycling blog ideas.

Is it knowing where the line between writing and living lies, or is it knowing that there isn't a line, that can make a writer?

Oh go blog about it: