In the few years under my belt as a hack writer, I’ve read a lot of posts from a lot of other bloggers, hoping to pick up on the things that make a piece great or gripping. This nonprofessional research has turned up one thing: honesty. Honesty, as in Are-you-sure-you-wanna-say-that-out-loud honesty. Yeah. That. The great pieces have always been from writers who speak from their hearts and say things that are ironically funny, sometimes painful, but always glaringly, transparently, and sometimes embarrassingly, true. Bare. Truth. Transparency. That takes courage akin to walking on a frozen pond during the spring thaw. Think about it: we’ve all got stories that could make us great writers – even the hacks like me, but it’s all a question of courage: what are we willing to share? Are we willing to bare some uncomfortable things? In my case, it’s missing my mom. Oh, the coward in me will casually refer to losing her at a young age and wax philosophic a...
Finding out everyday that sometimes, late is right on time.
A job is life's filler.
ReplyDeleteSo true. So apt.
Saying it is easy...putting it into practice can be a little sketchy.
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I liked what you said about a job being life's filler.
ReplyDeleteThanks...and thanks for reading.
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ReplyDeleteI can relate to this right now. Great story.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
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Absolutely! Cheers!
ReplyDeleteHmmm....beer tastes like freedom? Somehow I have never acquired a taste for beer. LOL But I get where you are coming from! Nice take.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking about champagne...but I really did have a beer. :)
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oOo! I loved this! Great story. Great word choices. "Fizzes, tickles...taste like freedom"--Perfection!
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DeleteBest fizz and tickle ever.