Tuesday, October 03, 2006

What would I do with my time if I didn't write? What other activities would call to me, beg me to take them on? I've been asking myself this question a lot lately. Once I wrote purely for pleasure. Then ambition got on board. Now I rarely write without thinking of the end result. What could I take on that has no promise or concern of success attached to it that would still satisfy my soul?

Thoughts?

JPR

6 Comments:

At 3:50 PM, Blogger Stephanie said...

I'd do something science- or outside-related or be a minister. But I find that being able to create is the only thing that truly moves me. Perhaps it's the same for you?

 
At 5:34 PM, Blogger Erin said...

I make jewelry. I have a set of round nose pliers, and I buy wire and beads from time to time. There are plenty of places on the Internet to look up how to do basic things. If I want to, while I make stuff I also think about the writing project that's nagging at me. But sometimes, I just watch movies. If it looks terrible, I take it apart and save the beads. If it looks passable, I keep it or give it to a friend.

(My sister swears by knitting, but I'm not even remotely nimble enough for that...)

-- Erin

 
At 5:41 PM, Blogger Jordan E. Rosenfeld said...

Steph: I wish I was you.

Gnome: Believe it or not, I do make jewelry, too. I used to sell it even, but I find it has a similar negative effect on my neck/shoulders as typing so now I do it on a very limited basis. I think maybe I need to take up bird watching.

 
At 6:48 AM, Blogger atresillado said...

Perhaps you would use an interesting amount of time exercising? Or maybe becoming a Yoga Teacher or anything of some mystic sort?
Maybe you'd be teaching at some institute or school? Your teacher side is quite strong, isn't it?
Is it possible that you'd be an important part of any social institution? I'd see you organizing solidarity missions...

Just thoughts.

 
At 8:35 PM, Blogger Patry Francis said...

I've asked myself that a lot of times. Then I go write about the answers. Guess that means I'm hopelessly afflicted with the writing flu. What about you?

 
At 7:07 AM, Blogger Jim said...

I'd love to be a glass blower...except for the part where you stand in front of an open furnace with a hot metal pipe in your hands and only dark glasses for protection. Then I think maybe first baseman for the Red Sox...until the fans boo.

 

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