“Write what should not be forgotten.” — Isabel Allende

I am not gifted with a photographic memory. As a result, I take a lot of notes when I’m in meetings, I also take a lot of pictures to capture people in happy moments I’d like to reflect on one day, and of course, I write. This blog has captured in amber many thoughts of the age at which they were written, captured moods and emotions, captured faraway moments and COVID-era shelter-in-place thoughts. It’s the experience of living in words.

Writing a daily blog is different from writing a novel or a poem or a song. It’s more akin to writing an editorial for the newspaper. It’s still writing, but it’s also more in the moment, versus the timeless wonder produced in a great novel. Even writing that, I know it to be untrue. If this is the last blog post I ever wrote, wouldn’t I aspire to timeless wonder before publishing it? We want to be remembered for something beyond the average, not for the random post we just mailed in that day.

Still, writing every day creates an average. Write every day for years and we see trends. And hopefully we see the average rise. Why do it otherwise? Why not simply stop the blog and focus on a novel instead? It doesn’t have to be an either/or proposition, but wouldn’t the time be better served producing something unforgettable? Would a novel look better on a resume than a blog? Perhaps. But who says a blog, done every day for years, doesn’t become wonderful and timeless and maybe even unforgettable as well? It’s something to aspire to, since we’re here anyway.