One does not need
to say everything, only the right things. Yet I blather on, hoping to say something.
There is nothing quite so sad, for a writer like myself, as being ignored. Sometimes I feel ignored. And sometimes I wonder why anyone should bother to listen. It is but a common beauty of which I sing. These are but ordinary days. "Move along, folks, there's nothing for you here."
And yet is is the ordinary day that I find special, the common people - the small moments no one else seems to want to record, the plain characters in our lives no one else seems to want to remember.
Yeah, sometimes I complain about the task I have been given: yet it is the burden I have chosen. So why am I complaining?
"Stop the whining, Johnnie," I would say. "Do your job."
I'm a big fan of common beauty, myself. :-)
Posted by: Rachel | October 09, 2007 at 06:40 AM
We are here.
We are listening to the music.
Sing on. Sing on.
Posted by: Ralph Murre | October 09, 2007 at 08:08 AM
I hear you, Rachel. Thanks!
Posted by: Tom Montag | October 09, 2007 at 08:55 AM
Thanks for the good word, Ralph, and thanks for being here. Sometimes one must be his own cheerleader, and sometimes there are folks along the way offering encouragement. I appreciate it.
Posted by: Tom Montag | October 09, 2007 at 08:57 AM
Well, I appreciate what you're doing, Tom, and I also know that it gets lonely to follow one's calling. Hang in there, and don't be afraid to bitch and moan a little bit once in a while. There are quite a few of us out here listening and ready to cheer you on for the next mile.
Posted by: beth | October 09, 2007 at 09:16 PM
Thanks, Beth. I know it is useless to complain, but sometimes it helps to get it out of my system. It's knowing that there ARE readers (like you) for what I'm doing that helps to keep my going. I might complain, but I stay at it.
Posted by: Tom Montag | October 10, 2007 at 07:44 AM