It’s 5 am. I’m in the kitchen, looking outside at the birds and the fluffy cat with the silly name. It has become a habit. 5 am, and the cat’s always there.
I’m waiting for the water to boil.
I’m asking myself questions, at the same time as I’m trying to remember the name of the cat (I know it’s a silly name, that’s all).
Do I need to start the day planning, planning everything I’m about to do? What about structure, is that something I should be adding as I’m about to start writing my first sentence?
How should we get started? And, how should we end?
I don’t believe there’s a YES to everything when it comes to doing or when it comes to writing. There’s no simple truth. Maybe there’s not even any truth at all? I’m not sure.
I’ve always asked my teachers questions they’re not familiar with. In return, they’ve always been looking over my shoulder to see what I’ve been up to.
I’m about to have a conversation about what we’re going to do for our summer vacation. Not this early, but later today. I’m telling myself that it shouldn’t be that difficult to decide… It shouldn’t be that difficult. The cat still there, and so are the birds. The water is boiling. And, I want the summer vacation to be… different.
If my dad tells me that something is not difficult, he usually replies; it’s not art! That’s his way of saying that what I’m about to do is not that hard (even I can do it).
It’s (not) art
There are many different systems and tools. I’m using some of them for blogging. The newest system I’m using is Postmatic. I read tips, tricks, and new tools frequently. It’s not that I end up being like everyone else, but we’re using the same things.
There are many ways of doing things, and usually I’m doing most of them the same way as everyone else. There are different ways to write a blog. I’m doing it the only way I know – my way. But, it’s not really that different.
I published the first draft of the story; a single tear makes all the difference in the world, without any feedback. It felt different, at the time when I published it. But, I’m not that sure anymore.
Now, ready for a cup of green tea, I’m thinking about why the smallest things sometimes seems to be the hardest to figure out.
Do we need to plan the vacation? Let’s just start driving …