I write this blog on the premise that every day, I can find something that amuses me and that I find worth sharing. Without a doubt, some days that something is better than others.
I just ran across something I clipped from our newspaper a ocuple of months ago. It's about someone who wrote a lot, about nothing interesting. At least I think so. His name was Robert Shields, and when he died recently, he left behind a diary of 37.5 million words, found in 91 cardboard boxes. To produce this volume, he sat in his office in his underwear, and wrote about his life every five minutes for twenty-five years.
It seems to me that the temporal burden of writing every five minutes would leave no time to experience anything to write about. The former minister from Dayton Washington wrote every time h took a crap or ate a meal. He also spent quite a bit of time being interviewed by the media.
Here's a link to an interview by Michael Feldman from a 2000 show.(Michael Feldman's Whad'ya Know, incidentally, be coming to Jacksonville in a week). Shields says he writes about four hours a day.
There are days when writing one post a day seems like a burden. I wonder if he ever thought of throwing in the towel.
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