A few weeks ago my dad and I ran over to the ranch to hunt us up a bull elk. We saw nothing, which, of course, is spectacularly untrue. I should say that we saw no giant bulls, but we did see many other things, and that’s what I want to tell you about today.
Just fair warning, this isn’t a post about Spandau Ballet, although it could be—I’ve had Gold stuck in my head for about six months, ever since my friend Arman and I road tripped to the ranch together and dance/karaoked to 80s classics the whole there. Gold came up more than a few times and now I can’t hear “GOLD!” without the following line, “always believe in your soul!” also popping into my brain. But I digress, apparently from a story I haven’t even started yet.
Here’s something I’ve been thinking about lately: words. This should come as no surprise. I’m a writer, I think about words all the time. I love vocabulary. I have a friend whose vocabulary is almost as big as John Kennedy Toole’s, and if you don’t know who I’m talking about you should get off your computer or put down your phone and immediately go buy A Confederacy of Dunces. I love that friend because every time I read his work I learn a new word, or a useful phrase he’s put together with an obscure reference, like “cirrhotic Charon”. What an image! Language is fun, words are fascinating, how we use them and put them together is just the best. Every new word I learn I feel is putting a new tool in the toolbox, one more way to try to grasp at meaning. Words, in general, are so great.
I knew it had been a long time since I’d posted last, but I hadn’t realized just quite how long until I looked at the date of my last post—August 29th. Nearly two months! Purely by accident, I’ve let the end of summer slip by and the start of fall begin in earnest without really even noticing it. I have no excuse except to say I was busy.
I've made no secret of the fact that this year my word was WORK--that I wanted 2018 to be defined by effort, by the time I spent putting thoughts down onto the page. I think I've been living it pretty well. I've been pushing and pushing myself to do more, be more, write more, see more. And it's paying off, in small and big ways. But I wonder if work could also be substituted by yes.