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My number one request at the Rough Crowd is that we write. Every day. We are accountable to each other for this. Currently, we only need to do 250 words each day.
I found myself discovering the necessity of a small habit’s giant results.
There was a time when I was young when I would have rather eaten a bug than write a book report for school.
term papers made my flesh crawl.
Let’s unpack the whole situation.
My dad, love ‘im, wanted me to be a medical doctor. I did not like the sight of blood. I loved music. Dad liked to give people stuff. So while I was pining away for a guitar so I could join the Beatles, he bought me a banjo, because he enjoyed hearing a banjo on a Kinston Trio song once.
Guitars usually have six strings and banjos either four or five. the chords are not interchangeable. Beatles songs played on the banjo, while they may be technically accurate, just don’t sound the same.
I had to become imaginative enough to make workarounds to buy an old used guitar and to get an old used pick-up that clipped in the sound hole, and an old used Gibson guitar amp to play everything through. I started to sound a bit like John Lennon finally until school started back up.
So you see that my mind was moving in one direction, while the goals that I had been given moved differently. Writing was just not my strength. Being in a small snooty private prep school meant I still had to somehow do the writing assignments. It didn’t mean my English teachers had to appreciate reading them.
I liked Writing.
When I graduated to the snooty private university, I never woke up one morning and discovered I really was John Lennon, and I also never woke up to find out that I liked writing assignments.
Later in my working life, I discovered I could actually enjoy writing something that was not an assignment. One day I imagined I woke up as Hemmingway instead of Lennon.
I started writing willingly and daily, the way some kids are made to practice their piano lessons
No, I never became a doctor or John Lennon, but I did find I enjoyed writing and by working a little and consistently, I became a writer. It probably makes my English teachers turn over to this day.
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