Just Write

The two songs of the moment are Can’t Find My Way Home and Tales of Brave Ulysses, but the latter is the one that really speaks to me right now.

Two more sleeps and then I’ll pack up the car and head out in search of the newest adventure. Two more sleeps and I’ll hug my children tightly and promise that we’ll see each other again soon because we will.

But for now I can’t stay and they can’t go.

Tales of Great Grandparents

More than a hundred years ago my great grandparents set sail from the old country to a place called America because they heard it was a place where dreams could come true and they wanted it.

They left family behind so they could find out if the stories were true. They came with little more than the clothes on their back to a foreign land where they didn’t speak English and relied upon the occasional letter to stay in touch.

So who I am I to complain about having to be separated for a bit. Who am I to complain about these things when we can Skype, email, text or talk by telephone.

Don’t Go Dad

They tell me they think this a bad idea and say there are other ways to do things. They tell me I am breaking their heart and ask me why I can’t work from a remote office like i have been doing for so long now.

I smile and explain why, do my best to reassure them because that is what they need.

And then I tell them I have to go because it is the right thing to do and that when opportunity knocks sometimes you need to drop what you are doing and find out what it is all about.

They don’t know how I was waiting for the click and how I just knew it was coming. They don’t know how long I have been working for this or how satisfying it feels to me to see things materialize.

I Am Nervous Too

I am nervous too. New beginnings are often a mix of excitement with a small dose of anxiety. But I am confident this is the right move and that I am doing precisely what has to be done.

So I look at the kids and ask them if they know what my favorite song is from Fiddler on The Roof.

Blessing My Children

Every week I bless my children. It is not solely religious in nature either. I do it because of the connection. I do it because even though they question whether there is any “supernatural effect” it provides a certain level of comfort for them and for me.

Some things don’t have to make sense, they just have to be.

I suppose some of it comes back to the advice I give and to my trying to be consistent in following my own advice. So I tell them not to over think change and to just roll with whatever comes down the path.

Of course whenever I say that I picture myself with a Fedora and a bullwhip, nothing stops Indiana Jack. You can slow him down, make him take the long way home but you can’t stop him.

And now if you’ll excuse me there is a story that is dying to be written and I am just the man to do it. See you later.

P.S. Yes, I know that transition wasn’t as smooth as some of you would like but I don’t care. Life isn’t always smooth either, sometimes you hit a bumpy road or slam on the brakes because some crazy cyclist cut you off.

Sometimes I miss the old blogosphere where it felt like people were blogging because they wanted to share stories or because they loved writing.

I miss the days where we didn’t spend time worrying about whether we had built Facebook pages, Twitter followings and G+ outposts.  You didn’t feel badly if you weren’t picked as one of the Top 198 pickle bloggers, weren’t asked to be a keynote speaker at a blog conference or didn’t get pitched by Porsche to test drive their cars.

You just got to write for the joy of writing and for the love of sharing good stories. You enjoyed the camaraderie of others who knew we weren’t a bunch of losers living their mother’s basements.

Time Moves On

Time moves on and what once was is no more and that is ok. It is not just ok because we all have to adjust but because there are good things that come with the changes. There are new friendships and opportunities that draw our attention.

The kids and I talk about this often and how to roll with the changes that we face. It is funny to me because I don’t think of myself as being particularly adept at dealing with change but when I flip through the pages of the blog I see my impression isn’t entirely accurate.

I am much better at this than I realized and that realization is part of what I love about blogging. It is not just about the joy of writing or the friendships but of learning about ourselves and growth.

It feels rich and rewarding.

Old Posts and New

My son is going to be Bar Mitzvahed in December. It throws me and makes me smile at the same time.

That kid is a huge part of why I am a blogger. When I started he was a toddler and an only child and life was so very different from now.

Different doesn’t mean better either, it was just different, albeit easier in some ways. But time passes and things change and now the toddler is a preteen who has a little sister who has lit up all of our lives.

She has no bigger hero than her older brother but that doesn’t stop her from screaming at him from time to time or change the pride I feel when I see them playing together. They have their own world and own relationship that are separate from the rest of us and it is a joyful thing.

Those old posts in the archives touch upon some of that and make mention of the magic I felt then but they don’t have the same touch as the ones I write now.

Sometimes I read them and think I was a better writer then and sometimes I read them and wonder why people paid attention to such awful stuff.

Most of the time I don’t pay any attention to any of it and just come out here to write for the joy of writing because this is the present and it is where my primary focus has to be.

Just write baby, just write.

Please don’t tell my daughter that when she practices playing the violin I have these crazy images that float through my mind. It is really important for her to practice even if it reminds me of cats in heat or animals being slaughtered.

You can’t tell her that because it would hurt her feelings and she wouldn’t practice. That would be bad for a million different reasons not the least of which is because I stress the importance of practice in everything.

It is why I participate in Just Write and Yeah Write each week.  They are two of my favorite writing communities because they serve multiple roles and I see them as being part of my writing exercises.

How Do You Become a Better Writer?

How do you become a better writer is a question that I think about often because writing is my craft, my art and my love. It is a place that always feels like home to me and I would be diminished were I ever to give it up.

Practice is important to me because I hate when potential is unrealized. When I think about my biggest fears one of them is to let myself and others down by not living up to my potential.

I might not ever play for the Dodgers or the Lakers but I can become the novelist I have dreamed of. I can become the writer that people want to read.

So when I ask the question about how to become a better writer it is for both selfish and altruistic reasons.

Books and Movies

I try to read a lot of books and watch a healthy chunk of movies. I devour magazines and newspapers and dip my nose into dictionaries.

Stories are a big part of my world and the life I am trying to create. I want to be able to tell lots of them. I want to be able to sit down and know I have a hundred that I could recite and a hundred more that I could just make up.

It is part of why I have multiple blogs and why I sometimes ask you to go visit them. The comments on my stories help me figure out whether they are good tales that are of interest or things people hate.

One day I’ll give my children the keys to my blogs and invite them to pull a dusty tome off of the shelves and learn something about their father that they might not know.

Writers Need Egos & Thick Skin

It helps to have an ego and to believe that people want to read what you can or will write. It helps to have a thick skin too because some people will read your words and tell you that you are an ignorant, no talent jerk who ought to be forced to live in cleveland or Detroit.

Your ego will be bruised and abused but if you believe in yourself you will keep going.

Blogging helps with all of this. It helps provide a place to practice your writing and a place to practice developing the thick skin you need.

Role Model

I want to be a good role model for my kids. I want them to see how much time I spend practicing but it is hard to do that in a way that doesn’t take time away from them. It is hard to show them how many hours I have put in here and to do so in a way that doesn’t mean they are ignored.

My kids are a big part of why I write. They helped me remember who I really am and what I really want to do.

They are why I started calling myself a writer again, but I continued doing so because of me.

I continued because sometimes names and labels have power and I would wield it to serve my needs.

I am Jack and I am a writer.

Yep, it is a huge picture of bubble wrap which isn’t nearly as fun as having a huge roll of bubble wrap to play with. But my friends that is ok because I assure you that if you close your eyes you can imagine yourself  popping an endless roll of bubble wrap.

That is the kind of fun you can’t find just anywhere, but I encourage you not to try doing so at the office because the grumpy guy three cubicles down from you will come yell at you. And when he does he will be infuriated because you will pretend to be deaf and yell “I can’t hear you over all of the bubbles that are popping” and then he will go looking for the boss and that lead to all sorts of other levity.

Big Balls

That is the title of a song by AC/DC.  When I was a wee lad the older boys in the neighborhood used to encourage us to go home and sing it to our mothers.

Some mothers didn’t appreciate their eight year-old boy singing that song, especially this part,

Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they’re held for pleasure
They’re the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It’s my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night

Of course I wouldn’t know any of this from personal experience nor did my father have to explain to me that some songs have more than one meaning which is good because at 8 I was young, innocent and naive. Not really all that different from now.

Although the rules of the blog dictate that I reveal that two weeks ago I purchased that song on iTunes because part of being a grown up is the joy of being able to eat chocolate cake for breakfast and to sing any song you want, anywhere you go.

Of course when you sing any song you want you sometimes find out that your son isn’t out riding his bike any longer and is standing behind you laughing hysterically, but you won’t know if it is your singing or the song that made him laugh.

Technical Difficulties

Last week my beloved laptop went on strike and consequently he and I went to war. As the evil taskmaster Jack Legree I was forced to reformat my hard drive and have spent all sorts of time trying to restore and recover things that I thought I had saved.

Most of them have been found but there have been moments of irritation such as trying to fix iTunes. Some yokel at Apple decided to screw with things and now it doesn’t work the way I want it to and everyone knows the world revolves around me.

Ok that might be a fantasy but it is probably safer to share that here than some of the more colorful things floating around my head.

Survivor

The urn on Survivor reminded me of one that people might use to cremate a person. I can’t say I have much in the way of firsthand experience there because Jews don’t do much with cremation.

However I can tell you that my uncle was cremated and that at his funeral I made my middle little sister howl with laughter amidst her tears. That is because I asked her what would happen if I sneezed in Uncle Jimmy’s ashes and he flew every which way.

Uncle Jimmy would have laughed hard at that one. Too bad he is not around. It would have been nice for him to have met my kids and I would have liked to have spent more time with him as a grown up.

Three Weeks of Winter Break

The kids are on Winter Break now, three weeks of Winter Break. Yeah, you read that right- three freaking weeks and I am ready to cry.

Ok, that is an exaggeration- I am not. Given the past few days I love that I have this time with them but it was really freaking hard to get anything done today.

So I cut things short and went bike riding with them. They think it is pretty cool to see dad jump up and off of curbs, if they only knew what I used to do.

The World Needs More Laughter

Some of you might disagree, but the world needs more laughter. I understand some people might not be able to do it and that is ok.

But when you are as intense as I am you have to find ways to let go and vent. I do that through writing, through exercise and through copious amounts of laughter.

There is joy in the ears of those that choose to laugh and I hope we get to do so together.