The important thing about writing is, of course, to write. I have wanted to write for a very long time, and I learned in high school that I can do it fairly easily. In college, I breezed through courses that had “subjective” exams, which meant that the exams comprised essays. I could write fluently, sometimes copiously, about relatively little and get a good grade. “Objective” exams, not so much.

With fine English teachers in both high school (Jack Baldwin) and college (Frank Turaj) I learned to write pretty good essays. These English classes also taught me how to think. I remember spending very little time, and maybe it was back in eighth grade, doing things like diagramming sentences. I had little patience for the rules of grammar – “I before E except after … ” whatever. It seemed that I didn’t need those rules very much. When I was writing, words just fell together and made sense much like they are doing now. (!)

So my problem now is evidently not stringing words together, but finding subject matter. This post, since it is about myself, is easy. There are a lot of things I could write about, but my inner voice (or something) just suggested that writing about things close to home will be easier until I gain more confidence in what I’m doing. So maybe that’s what I should do.

Maybe I’ll stop for now and read other people’s writing for a while. I’ll be back …