When writing a commentary on life I am obliged to take a balcony view. A certain objectivity happens when one steps back from events and the daily flow in order to reflect enough to put into words the fragments of experience in which one is a participant.
The balcony view also complicates life by looking in on whatever else is going on in the lives of people within view. Here is the problem - is this process an invasion of their privacy? To be honest, the balcony view does tap into a the inner mind of fantasy. The balcony view prompts one to enter mentally into the experience of another person without investing self in that other universe.
An Irish author speaking in an interview on MPR this morning prompted me to consider the various writing formats that I am using as elements of one "book" being written by Delton. Whether it be a journal entry, a statement to a public group, a weblog, a letter to a grand daughter, a list of obligations, or a scrawled note at a Mall - all of this is a book of life. The weblogs are public but not as public as a webpage that has wide distribution.
Attempts to discipline all of this writing lead to paralysis of mind and voice. Better that I write as ideas arise. Better that I be more aggressive about inviting others to read my writing. They can easily avoid my scattered thoughts - but - some one person may find in these words a curious idea that prompts them to reveal themselves in writing. Good enough for me.
The balcony view also complicates life by looking in on whatever else is going on in the lives of people within view. Here is the problem - is this process an invasion of their privacy? To be honest, the balcony view does tap into a the inner mind of fantasy. The balcony view prompts one to enter mentally into the experience of another person without investing self in that other universe.
An Irish author speaking in an interview on MPR this morning prompted me to consider the various writing formats that I am using as elements of one "book" being written by Delton. Whether it be a journal entry, a statement to a public group, a weblog, a letter to a grand daughter, a list of obligations, or a scrawled note at a Mall - all of this is a book of life. The weblogs are public but not as public as a webpage that has wide distribution.
Attempts to discipline all of this writing lead to paralysis of mind and voice. Better that I write as ideas arise. Better that I be more aggressive about inviting others to read my writing. They can easily avoid my scattered thoughts - but - some one person may find in these words a curious idea that prompts them to reveal themselves in writing. Good enough for me.
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