I love listening to This American Life on NPR. It’s not just the stories that are interesting to me, but also the writing behind the stories. The stories draw me in and hold my attention. I’d like to be that type of writer. The kind whose use of language and mastery of imagery get under your skin and fills your mind.
I am not that writer.
The most frequent advise about deciding what to write that I’ve heard is to write what you know. Good advise, I suppose, but I don’t see why anyone would want to read about the portions of my life that I’m willing to share. I don’t live an exciting life and I don’t see why anyone would care to read about the humdrum life I do live.
Most days the most exciting part of my day is my morning commute and that is not a good kind of exciting. Mostly the commute is frustrating, particularly this time of year when there are new students (Boston is a city full of colleges), faculty who haven't driven into the city in months and the regular commuters. But I digress. My point is that I don't think anyone really wants to hear about the car that made a right turn from the left of three lanes.
So, I will continue to strive toward that goal. Until then, dear reader, you’re stuck with the humdrum. Hopefully every once in a while I will manage a truly interesting post.