Putting in stakes

Partner has served me notice that he thinks I should set my sights on writing as the ultimate way forward. I come up with the prevailing reality; writing is a tough way to make a living, if making a living is your thing. And confronting that blank page. Brutal.
But, I have had an epiphany of what it is to be a writer — a content producer, fi you will. Having some facility and skill at it is a good start, I suppose. But my focus — too diffuse. Too meta. Attention deployed across too many spheres to make the move of jettisoning all of that for the sake of pursing the being of being a writer.
Yet it does make me wonder.
I’m reading “You are a Writer.” I’m getting new input from a number of unexpected sources. Pushing me to get up in front of what I am not facing, not working through. Afraid of (c.f., “The Flinch“, which I’m also reading.)

Working on this blog is a good place to put in stakes. It is the summation of my interests. It’s a shared effort, with Doug, so the formation of a real writing effort is something that would be our intent in terms of what emerges from this process.