Daily Prompt: Morton’s Fork – Hobson may have a choice, but I don’t

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The question posed is as follows:

If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?

For me, the answer is a no-brainer. I would write. Why? Because I am a writer. If I could not write, something in me would die. When asked “what are you,” I never immediately think I’m a wife, mother, grandmother or even that I’m a woman. I automatically and instantly respond that “I’m a writer.”

Being a writer is so much a part of my identity that if I am not that, then I am not sure what I am. Writing was my profession, but I was a writer before I earned my living writing. I have been out of the job market for more than a decade and I am still a writer.

Unlike other professions … and probably this is true of the arts in general, not just writing … what you do is more than how you earn your living. It’s a drive, an instinct, the way you synthesize your world and experiences. It stays with you as long as you breathe, long after the paychecks stop coming and often, even though the paychecks never started coming.

Writing is so deeply embedded in who I am that I cannot imagine not needing to write.  I think only death will stop me … and depending on how that works out, maybe not even that. If there’s an afterlife, I’ll be blogging about it.

Reading blogs is wonderfully inspirational for me and I would miss it greatly  … but there are books, newspapers, all other literary and news inputs. Writing can’t be replaced. There in no substitute for it. Nothing else could fill that space.

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18 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Morton’s Fork – Hobson may have a choice, but I don’t

  1. Oh what a gift writing has been for me! It forces me to slow down and smell…something! It let’s me reach into my heart and at times by-pass my head. Even if no one reads what I write, I still win. I now live in Thailand where language is a problem…for me! Writing is a gift from me to me. Oh, see it work’s; I feel better now! Thanks for making this blog subject continue.

    • Writing is an imperative. I suspect, deep in our approval-needy hearts, we all want to be read! Even if we say we don’t care — we care. Should I ask why you are in Thailand? Or would that be impolite?

      • Living in Thailand has been my greatest life experience in my life! I do volunteer work in an orphanage and help with some of the Hill Tribe people. I am 67 and came to share some of my life experience. I quickly became the student! These beautiful people and culture have taught me the real meaning of life.

        Writing has taught me not only how to share what I have seen but how I now feel about the beauty that surrounds me. Love it! I have been here about one year and am now also helping to start a new orphanage in Kenya. Unknown doors are opening daily. I also help people who have a problem with different addictions. Been their…done that, I tell no one what to do but do tell them how I made it through the same life problems that they may be facing?

        I do not write for money but do get paid beyond what money can buy. I will be going back to the US for the holidays then return to Thailand, After that I will be taking the historic walk “The Camino de Santiago” walk from France to Spain. Hey, it’s only 484-miles. Life is so exciting and yes I am writing about my every experience. I am doing this walk for what many call the help-less and hope-less children in Kenya. This walk really excites me, never a dull moment in my life!
        My blog does talk about my journey into the unknown, the Camino. Jim
        http://jimscaminodesantiago.wordpress.com/why-my-484-mile-walk-has-stirred-up-the-world/

  2. Write, write, write every time if I really had to choose – but I feel such guilt at not getting to all the other fabulous blogs as often as I would like. I don’t miss a day’s posting though, however busy I may be. :)

    What I really enjoy are the conversations that happen . I just wish I had more time to do both, reading and writing, as well as all the other things I want to do. :)

    • Time is getting to be a big issue for me too. Despite wanting to spend most of my time writing, I have other obligations and committments — some of which are becoming urgent. I am deeply grateful for other writers who I can reblog until I have the time to do more writing. The next few weeks are going to be jammed … and of course, all of this plus the rapidly approaching holidays …

      • Feel free to re-blog mine if you wish!

        Yes, there are so many demands on our time, especially with Christmas fast approaching. I sing with two choirs and we are in much demand at this time of year. I love it but it is tiring and a big time commitment.

        All the best to you :)

  3. We can all read but cannot necessarily write…those who write are right there for the readers who wish they could write like the writer but just can’t get words penned to paper or fingers across the keyboard with the right strokes. Say that fast…I am in a rare mood tonight. I had to attend a funeral today so I think my outlet since returning home has been to delve into anything that will create a smile and some laughter. Don’t even know if that first sentence made sense….just kept typing. Laugh with me!

    • At some point, I’ll write you privately about the insanity going on around here. I feel like I feel into a rabbit hole and can’t climb out. Life is … well .. it just IS. Watever that means. I know that if I didn’t have this as an outlet, I might start screaming and never stop.

    • These days, for me, it’s the same thing. To write for no audience has little meaning for me. The joy of blogging is that you write for a real audience. I’m way way past diaries as a means of expression.

  4. I think I prefer to read rather than write (at least not write on a daily basis) at this point in my life. I am still enjoying the relief of not having to write daily — to multiple deadlines — over 40 plus years. I am inspired to contribute by some of the blogs I read. The thought of a regular blog or maybe even “the book” lingers somewhere in the misty mid region of my brain.

    • I didn’t write for a few years, but once I started again … it all came back. And if it doesn’t and you are happy doing what you’re doing … hey, why not?

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