“You should write a book”, a neighbor said, “Your blog is interesting”.
After thanking her for her kind remark about my blog, I
told her authors needs both talent and discipline, qualities I lack. As Dirty
Harry said in several movies, “A man should know his limitations”.
I still retain a clear memory of “constructive criticism” from 1979. At the time, while working for a UBC compliant manufactured home company, I wrote a detailed instruction manual on how to install a modular home. I floated a draft among my colleagues. One, who was blunter than even me said, “This is the best set of instructions I’ve ever read, if I could read it. We need to have a ‘professional’ writer redo it to make it more readable”.
As it happened, I was married to a ‘professional writer’, so I hired her. Painfully, sentence after sentence, paragraph after paragraph, she questioned me as in, “What do you mean here?” Her re-write was received to high praise by my colleagues and was soon printed in a pamphlet and given to customers.
We should have applied for a copyright. Our competitors copied it and used it with their customers.
My blog is my personal worldly, and wordy, bloviating. If others enjoy it, or it really pisses off people, so much the better.
My only other writing endeavor is a series of agitprop postings under the heading, “Stirring the pot”, published on a Facebook page. The gaslighters, aka “Fact Checkers” often jump on my posts. That is a big ego boost.
Maybe I need to get a life.