My buddy is on me to start writing, serious writing. He says I should write a book. I don't know how to write a book. So, I thought maybe some blogs/journals/stream-of-consciousness might be the way to go. I mean, to get into a groove for writing.
I don't see myself ever siting down and writing an outline of a book before I write it. I have no idea where my writing will go. I have no idea of a lot of things.
Kerouac wrote On the Road in three speed-infested weeks.
Bukowski wrote Post Office, his first novel, in a weekend.
I have no idea how they did it.
I think the internet has shortened the attention span of my already damaged brain. I can't stay on one subject for long, and I'm always seeking a video hook.
I learned in school in the time before the internet, before personal computers. You learned in class and you learned by paying attention, reading your books, and doing your assignments. I went to Catholic elementary and high schools. I earned a BA in English from UW - Parkside. The education I received appears light years ahead of what I see today. I know there's plenty of great kids who work hard to get their grades, and I know there's plenty of kids that don't give a damn. They get pushed along just because they're taking up space.