Put a pen or pencil to an empty page and scribble some lines to form a
letter. Connect that letter with another letter and form a word. Line up a
bunch of words and make a sentence. Collect several sentences with the same
thought and form a paragraph. Gather the paragraphs in order and you have
written a book.
There seems to be some mystic about authors who write books. Anyone can
write a book. We all have something to say and books are a good way to tell
others.
Recently I read about this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Abortion:_An_Historical_Romance_1966
I probably read this in the 70’s like all the other radical writings of
the time, but didn’t know about the library.
What a great idea, a library reservoir for unpublished books to be available
for anyone to read.
I worked at the local public library during college. I was never a good
student or an avid reader so the library was just another room I didn’t venture
into.
In college I became aware of the behind-the-scenes activity of running
this massive storage house for pubic consumption of knowledge. I was working in
the middle of the Internet of the time with resources most don’t appreciate.
Here were books written on every subject imaginable purchased by the
city to be cataloged for easy access and with only a library card (sorta like a
‘terms and conditions’ agreement to your browser) and you can take a book(s)
home and read them at your leisure with a promise to bring them back.
The artificial intelligence at the time was called a librarian. They
would guide your request to the proper room for browsing or sending one of the
pages to retrieve your reading.
The only request in the library was to be QUIET!
This blog “Just Another Life” is an unpublished book or journal or
continuing thought process of one person’s point of view that was started 10
years ago as a challenge and grew from silliness to deep personal reactions to
topical thoughts never spoken to another human out loud. There are even
pictures.
Instead of printing the pages and binding the pages and trying to find
fame and fortune with constant book reviews and signing tours, I posted my
thoughts online for anyone to read or comment.
Why?
As I express many times, everyone has something to say. Whether it be
combining words or painting on canvas or singing out loud or shuffling around
the floor, we all express ourselves. It is our dialog with humanity.
With a click we can now instantly search for any question from DIY
techniques with visual variations to how to boil water and even an on line
encyclopedia (don’t forget to donate) that is as current as your refresh button
can handle.
What do you say?
