Monday, June 24, 2013

Two Hours




Two hours. This is what is said to be a better writer. Block out two hours a day for writing.

This does seem to be a right balance. This is eight percent of the day to commit. Not much, but in the skein of things it is much. A man named Pauw once told me, find out what a person spends most of his time doing and your will learn all you need to know about this person. Well, I dramatized this but you get the gist. Its big reason I stopped at the insurance company. Dedicating almost a third of my life in a car, often in the drudgery of traffic. Had to decide how I wanted to look back in my life. This is also why it was time to leave the fitness industry. Open to close. Six, sometimes, seven days a week. To this day, I just don't feel comfortable more than sixty minutes at the gym. There is simply too much life out there.

Two hours. It seems right. An hour just isn't enough with re-writing and editing. Putting thoughts to words, not sure if others are even reading. So we take a leap and pray that the words laid out will make sense to someone. Writing a story is a great leap of Faith. Not sure of the topic will be meaningful and entertaining to the reader. Will my musing have an effect? Not sure.

Stamped out a few bills today. What I mean by this is that on a bill, I put "Where's George?" Entered into the database and hopefully someone will find the bill I stamped and enter the database again. Just seeing the where this dollar bill has been. It started for me when I got a bill with the "Wheres George" stamped in red. I wondered if the stamp on the bill was legit. I looked it up and learned it was from Boston. After that I was hooked. Think I got around 20 hits over the years. Its cool to find out where my bills have been. Most are in California. San Francisco and San Diego. Got a few from Vegas. Just the idea of making a connection gives me hope.

I wonder at times if stamping the will make a difference. It would be months before I would get a hit at times. When it does, my Faith is restored. The little things we do makes an impact. People often don't notice the stamp I think. Then some people look at the bill and wonder what it means. Look at a random website and be open to some viral attack. Think I will pass. Then there are those that know and still don't take the time to do something about. Then when you get a hit, its like fishing. Drop a line in the lake and suddenly you feel that tug on the line. It wakes you up.

So I fill the post with words and pray that someone will read this post and hope these words make a connection with someone wanting and needing the connection. So. . .Its time for me to get started on two hours.