In an effort to practice writing for writing’s sake, I am trying something a little new. The Daily Post has issued an intriguing challenge that I must accept. We shall see where it takes me.
Nobody Cares What You Had For Lunch is a book by one of my blogging heroes, Margaret Mason. Candid, playful, and inventive, the book offers 100 different ideas to inspire the most unmotivated online writer. It has been a long time since I picked it up but the title remains in my mind, a permanent admonition.
I have taken this advice to heart and avoid sharing anything related to my mid-day menu, but I can’t help but think there are exceptions to this rule. What if I was a food blogger? Certainly my lunch would be an appropriate subject then. Or what if I was a world traveler? Others may enjoy reading the variety of cultural snacks I munch on throughout my journey. Or what if, and this may be more relevant, as an animal lover I decide to change my food lifestyle? A post about my new eating habits may interest others contemplating similar choices.
As someone who likes to follow the rules, I find it disconcerting that there are so many diversions from the line. Without tenets to which we all must adhere, what is to stop anyone from writing whatever they want? Why have regimented grammar, even, or spelling? Who is to say that one exception is more acceptable than another?
And that is the crux of it all.
In my first step toward anarchy, I have but this to add. Today for lunch I am having re-heated pizza. Re-heated frozen pizza while I read On Writing Well by William Zinsser. One of these things is better than the other. I will leave you to guess.