Alas, the time has come. This blog and the articles herein contain works that I have spent many hours tweaking, refining and perfecting. While some might advise I should spend my time otherwise, this cathartic process many are inclined to call work has shown me how much I can do with just an ounce of creativity and a glass of juice. I have enjoyed myself tremendously, writing for everyone who has chanced upon them, and hopefully some of these pieces have offered you a little glimpse into the window of my thought processes. This blog is like a loyal friend, always there to publish whatever I had to say to it. It does not judge, nor tell me that I did not adhere to the rubric. Rather, it obligingly takes my works and shows it for all the world to see, in hopes that the people who come along their merry way might take away a little something. I have breached the various topics with a multitude of approaches, as it has always been an avenue for me to try the different styles of writing as I, along with all the other bloggers, attempt to develop our own style and carve our niche.
Maybe some already know where we are headed, some of us don’t. But for all of us, the journey is nonetheless a necessary one of self-discovery and realization, that we all have in us the ability to write, if only we would heighten our senses to the world around us and not be afraid of failure. Like Steve Garrison would say, moving from the familiar to the uncomfortable is the only way we grow, both as humans and as writers. As we begin to find ourselves and what we are passionate about, it is only then that we understand that all writing must come from the heart, and that it really is just a conversation between author and audience. This blog was an essential part of the creative energy cycle that feeds itself; reading what others wrote about greased the old memory cogs in the recesses of my mind and inspired me to write. While I may not always agree with my fellow writers, the respect that we had for each other and our individual quirks (and who can forget pet peeves) fostered a community of sorts, with healthy dialogue and comments populating communal discourse.
Like they say, all good things must come to an end. But maybe this is just a beginning for all of us; I know it is for me. I know this blog, and ILS for that matter, has sparked that childlike fascination in me, with the world and its never-ending source of questions the catalyst for endless ideas and topics to write about. Once in a while, someone or something comes along to give us a much needed kick in the behind, to get us off our laurels and out of our comfort zones, to shatter our rose-tinted glasses and push us to do something we never thought we could. For me, ILS and the blog was just that, and it will always be the source of all the good that is to come.
Maybe some already know where we are headed, some of us don’t. But for all of us, the journey is nonetheless a necessary one of self-discovery and realization, that we all have in us the ability to write, if only we would heighten our senses to the world around us and not be afraid of failure. Like Steve Garrison would say, moving from the familiar to the uncomfortable is the only way we grow, both as humans and as writers. As we begin to find ourselves and what we are passionate about, it is only then that we understand that all writing must come from the heart, and that it really is just a conversation between author and audience. This blog was an essential part of the creative energy cycle that feeds itself; reading what others wrote about greased the old memory cogs in the recesses of my mind and inspired me to write. While I may not always agree with my fellow writers, the respect that we had for each other and our individual quirks (and who can forget pet peeves) fostered a community of sorts, with healthy dialogue and comments populating communal discourse.
Like they say, all good things must come to an end. But maybe this is just a beginning for all of us; I know it is for me. I know this blog, and ILS for that matter, has sparked that childlike fascination in me, with the world and its never-ending source of questions the catalyst for endless ideas and topics to write about. Once in a while, someone or something comes along to give us a much needed kick in the behind, to get us off our laurels and out of our comfort zones, to shatter our rose-tinted glasses and push us to do something we never thought we could. For me, ILS and the blog was just that, and it will always be the source of all the good that is to come.
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