That Was Cool

*reads aloud to himself

“Mission as a writer??? What the hell?”

To be fair, Haley is a fantastic blogger.

This is my… sixth time blogging. Because this is the sixth post.

And again, I will apologize to Tiarra because what you see, she has seen fit to make it what you can actually see.

Mission as a writer…

If I could sell enough books to maybe snag myself like, three, NO, four bottles of Blanton’s, I would write for the fun of it. 😉 After four bottles of Blanton’s anything could be fun. Or you’d be dead. One of the two.

As serious as I can be… which is little in its own right, I can encompass this in a comment made to me by one of my poetry professors, Ken Raines. He said something to the effect of, if you write and don’t want to be read, keep a journal. If you don’t want that to be read when you die, don’t write at all.

That could very well be a quote from someone famous and I just butchered it, and totally didn’t cite the original quote. No MLA or APA here, mate!

Or it was his, and I just stole his credit. Sorry.

But it did get me thinking, and in my late-night writing I realized that one evening: I write with the mission to be read. I like sharing my stories. I like making people think about things that could be. It’s fun to get people to say, “That’s cool.”

Because “cool” is one of the words that has survived a great deal of colloquial change.

Hell, we simplify definitions of modern colloquialism by that one word.

So, yes.

My mission in writing is to be read, and have a person close their tablet, book, phone, etc. and say, “That was cool.”

Now, Blanton’s.