I was just about ready to…

I was just getting ready to sit down with a glass of wine (maybe some popcorn) and watch someone else’s creative output.  They do the work, i sit and do nothing except passively absorb.  Then i remembered this conversation with my daughter today:

“Dad?  Do you know why i don’t like airplanes?”  “Um, no, why?”  “Because they are just like TV.  You just sit there doing nothing and you can’t move.”

So, i have my glass of wine.  I haven’t made popcorn.  I’ve been wanting to start a podcast.  An app has made it so easy to do.  You literally don’t have to do anything other than talk into the app and then post it.

Speaking of listening to podcasts.  I listened to one recently and it was about writing and motivation.  I was thinking how i always thought i wanted to be a writer.  Well, the person being interviewed made a really good point.  He said, “Do you want to be a writer?  Are you writing?  Have you been writing?  Or do you sit around talking about wanting to write and be a writer?  Then you don’t want to be a writer.”

The act of doing makes you a writer.  I’ve also read and heard about people wanting to become comic book writers or artists and what it takes to become one.  Then i heard a panel at a comic book convention.  The writer said make a comic.  Whatever it is.  Subject?  Length?  What kind of art?  It doesn’t matter.  Put pen to paper.  Put fingers to keys.  Make it.  Print it out and you are a comic book creator.  What do you want to do from there?  That’s what seperates people.

Just becoming a comic book creator is easy.  Just becoming a writer is easy.  Just becoming a podcaster is easy.  Yet, so few do these things.  So few take a first step to forge the path.

I’m still trying to figure out what i want to do with this.  What i want it to become.  So, i guess by the things i just wrote, i’m a writer.  Maybe not a lot.  Maybe not often enough.  Maybe frequently wrapped in my own self-pity.  Maybe words that mean little past the 1/2 a second after the key strokes passes.  Yet, that’s exactly what makes me a writer.  The 1/2 a second from nothing to a word resting just beyond the keystroke.  Now, do it again.  And again.  And again.  With that said,  I’m going to stop this now.

I’ve always wanted to be a podcaster.  So, now i will.