writing with purpose daily

I just wrote that and I don’t get the concept. Mostly because I don’t do it. In the age of texting lol and idk and such I am attempting to recapture my gradeschool grammar. I can’t remember it, grapple with recalling it and even worse, often fail at executing it. It’s a wonder I can remember “i” before “e” and the like. Hell, it’s amazing I can manage to spell at all anymore.

This is the sad state of my English, the only subject I did well in, actually excelled at, once upon a time. My latest endeavour into folly is the notion that I could actually write a book. When I thought about it more I thought about perhaps delving into bad poetry, or better yet give the haiku a shot but then reason prevailed when I realized I could not disguise poor, nonsensical writing as esoteric poetry. It just seemed wrong. So I am hitting the www at large and Pinterest for outline strategies, writing tips and skills, anything that might…oh crap what is the word…facilitate (yes!!) the bit of writing fancy I might  undertake.This is no mean feat. I’d rather go out in the garden and do some weeding or find a box to move. At least I’d be doing something.

So as I listen to a grasshopper flap its way across the parched landscape and feel the warm breeze move past me, I ponder, I think, wonder and even give my head a shake or two, but there is a determination that persists. It speaks to me and says “Let’s give this a go, finallt.” There’ll be no marks for execution or style, just a kudos now and again for having stayed the course. That will be the toughest trick of all. The toughest I’ve ever tried and I’ve downhill skiied before. Is that relevant? Probably not. It’s just flip and for a moment I thought pretty damn clever.