I love to read. I wish my commute to and from work was shorter, but the hour each way gives me time to read. I read books, essays, and a few blogs. I started this blog, because I thought I would appreciate good writing more if I wrote.
I had wanted to write for a while, but I didn’t know what to write about. When I decided to have hip resurfacing surgery, I found a topic, and The Hipping Post was born. My intuition was correct. I’ll never write like Cormac McCarthy or Ernest Hemingway, but now that I have tried writing (in my own small way), I have more respect for talented writers.
I also started this blog, because I knew it would be challenging. Tim Ferriss, the author of The 4-Hour Workweek has a plaque on his desk that reads, “Do one thing everyday that scares you.” I was nervous about starting a blog and sharing my thoughts with the world. Writing doesn’t scare me anymore, but it’s hard. Sometimes the words flow, but usually I struggle through drafts before I publish a post.
When I first started, I was trying to be too clever. Fortunately, Stacie reminded me to, “Just be yourself. Write like you talk.” I’m still finding my voice, but at least I no longer attempt to channel David Foster Wallace. Zadie Smith described DFW as having no “equal among living writers. He was an actual genius.” I love his writing, but few are that good, and I am not one of them.
I could write a diary instead of a blog, but if I am going to write, I want to do it publicly. I figure fellow hip resurfacing patients might learn something from my experiences. I also want to hear what people think of my writing. In his book, On Writing, Stephen King states that writers are “needy.” I don’t think I’m needy, but I like receiving comments from friends about how they enjoyed a particular post. Who doesn’t like receiving a gold star now and again?
I also want to be open to criticism. I take writing seriously, and the only way to improve is by trying hard and by making mistakes. I figured a few friends would be honest and give me critical feedback.
Last week, someone was honest. I’ll address his comments in my next post.