Posts Tagged ‘cliche’

Write Now.

November 26, 2009

I’m not a copywriter. I’m not a blogger.

I’m no novelist, nor poet, nor songwriter…

I’m merely a writer.

Or perhaps, more to wit, especially a writer.

I don’t clock out. I don’t take it for granted.

I don’t write because they tell me to. I write because I have to.

Because it’s more than what I do—it’s who I am.

I try to transcend the cliche, the obvious.

Go ahead and draw a line in the sand, I’ll cross it eventually—I refuse to accept the limits of what’s been done. Life is more than just a copy/paste of the past.

I’m as flexible as a Russian gymnast—I’m more than any one style.

I’m more than just a funny guy. I’m not always a sentimental baby, and not every word must burn.

We’re built to process more than the surface emotion.

Sometimes it’s not a matter of what you want.

Sometimes it’s a matter of what you didn’t know you needed.

My motive isn’t always clear, and I don’t write for everyone.

I write for you, and it’s true:

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Anyone can throw a punch or pull a trigger, but action merely garners reaction.

Words can do so much more.

Someday, some folks might just realize what they’re missing.

What they missed.

What they didn’t know they needed.

As for right now, I can only write now.

And hope you keep reading.

(Retro)spect: Turkey Day Edition

November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving is tomorrow.

That means I’m obligated to write something seasonal.

Now, I could get all sentimental on you—I could conjure my inner Garrison Keillor and tell a heartwarming tale about my youth…

…A soft stroll down memory lane, rife with comical anecdotes and ultimately, a lesson learned.

But this ain’t Reader’s Digest.

I could write about the same old tired cliches; your dysfunctional family, too much alcohol, obligatory naps…the Lions losing—again…

But I won’t. That’s too easy.

It’s like relying on the “Halloween Allows Women to Dress Like Whores” schtick, when blogging about All Hallow’s Eve—it’s been done, and over-done.

I couldn’t write anything that hasn’t been said a million times before, so I won’t bother.

Besides, you deserve better.

Of course, besides the family, booze, food, naps and football, what else is there?


Personally, I can think of one.

As I’ve said, I didn’t really have a life until the 90’s. Mine was a childhood filmed before a live studio audience…

So when I think of Thanksgiving, I really think of one thing and one thing only.

“As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.”


Happy Thanksgiving, folks…

Now go enjoy awkward conversations with your crazy relatives, family induced drinking and a tryptophan-induced coma on the couch whilst watching the Lions lose…again.