Sunday, May 17, 2009
I know Nothing
It's true, I know, basically, nothing. I don't even have a large amount knowledge on lots of things. I do know a little about a lot of things and I read a lot, but not about much that will give me enough knowledge about anything in particular. So when I keep hearing, "Write what you know," I'm in a quandary.
Put out the effort? Not on your life. I'm much too old, so I'm going to interpret the admonition this way. I'm going to write what my gut tells me. By that, I mean I'm going to use my life experiences and observations to make the reading experience real. I wonder if that's not what "Write what you know" really means?
I remember what it's like to fall in love. Who doesn't, it's the most amazing, all consuming, feeling in the world.
I know what it feels like to have a broken heart. I don't know about anyone else, but that's a feeling that stayed with me for over . . . ahem . . . never mind.
I remember the thrill of childbirth, the love for a child is a different kind of love, a feeling that goes straight to the soul.
I've been angry in my lifetime. I've even been in such a rage where I actually saw a red curtain shimmer before my eyes.
I know what physical pain feels like. It's a wonder we all grow older.
I've laughed, cried, had sex, vomited, thrown fits, been jealous, hated, been disappointed, proud, dismayed. I've been so frightened, I thought my heart would burst.
The list goes on and on. And what I haven't experienced, I can imagine. I go to movies and watch TV, play video games, watch friends and loved ones.
Well, gee, I guess you could say, "I could write a book on what I know."