For the life of me I’ve never understood why. For the most part I would consider my life as nondescript, but maybe the axiom “one man’s meat…” holds true?
I love to listen to other’s people’s stories and I love to observe and I do love to read. So why write? I ask myself that question as I’m sure most who might happen upon this blog may do. Sometimes i just feel better after leaving some marks on the page and that’s reason enough for me!
I’ve always been attracted to wordsmiths; poets, writers, comedians, and Prophets. I’ve never felt I was one nor have I really aspired to be one. Maybe I’ve simply encountered a larger percentage of boring people or at least those who just never cared what they said or how they were heard. Although I can’t say I’ve accomplished much in life, I will say my life has been an interesting one and it’s easy to say I feel it’s been mostly because of those who have befriended me through the years. I have had lot’s of adventures, not always good one’s. but adventures nonetheless!
I believe my recounting these adventures has lead some people to suggest that I write and others to think I’m preposterous and untrue. A good friend and longtime co-conspirator on many of these adventures coined the phrase, “Why tell a lie when the truth is so much more interesting?”. Thank you Mark. We both know that that is the crux of the biscuit!
It’s also a reason I don’t write more. I’ve never been a fan of fiction so I feel my writing is based on non-fiction, my life’s adventures. To my good fortune and the horror of some I have little to no need to embellish, “just the facts…” is enough for me and most other people.
And that’s another thing people have told me I should consider? You should open a restaurant? Two things about that: #1. Cooking is in my opinion an almost a sacred duty because what you feed others becomes part of them and #2. My cadre is limited and I feel they have been well chosen. I don’t feel at risk of having to defend my tastes. I eat some pretty weird stuff! At the same time, in most instances, I’m not cooking to please others tastes other than nutritionally. I feel in many instances my range of appetites far exceeds many of those I “hang with” and that incurs my feeling that I’m sharing with rather than providing for when I cook. Once again the need to teach raises it’s ugly head???
The thought some white-bread MF complaining after I might have prepared something on the edge of my culinary spectrum cause me to consider the possibility of drowning someone in their soup. I realize this last statement reeks of pretentiousness, but I am a believer that “modesty is the opiate of the mediocre”. A chef must lead!
The Burnt Crust 