Why Bother?

Because right now, there is someone

out there with

a wound in the exact shape

of your words.

— Sean Thomas Dougherty

Writing every day has a way of locking us into routine. This is a blessing and a curse, I think, for it produces something tangible while also making us more rigid in our thinking. Discipline has a price, like every other pursuit does. We are always saying no to something for every yes.

I wish I’d written the poem that kicks off today’s blog, but then again, for all the poetry I read, I rarely attempt to write it myself. I’ve settled into a way of writing where wondrous brevity isn’t as natural. I stray more towards Thoreau’s process of choking the reader with words. I must remind myself to… breathe.

Space and time are as essential in communication as the words themselves.

Which makes me wonder…

If publishing every day

is the answer.

Or if the words need

a little more room

to grow.

Exactly what shape

should these words

take?