Blog No. 35
It’s another Thursday, which means I’ve spent the last couple days trying to come up with something interesting to write about and now I’m here at my computer trying to write it. Not that writing the blog is some big chore or anything. I quite enjoy it. On second thought, I enjoy the fact that I have been writing it more than actually writing it, but the writing is okay too (I guess). All this thinking lead me to consider the fact that I may need more adventure in my life (if for no other reason than to have something to write about on this damn blog).
So, adventure. That’s the theme for my post this week. I don’t have any and I’m going to use this post to figure out if that’s a good thing or not (and you get to join me on this journey – or adventure if you will). What grave perils will we face, what ancient secrets will be reviled, what prizes await the stalwart adventurers that make it to the end? (Probably nothing but a cheap laugh or two).
I suppose I should define adventure in some way. I’m not about to enter into some sort of master’s thesis on the subject. If life is a series of experiences, then adventure could be seen as new or exciting experiences. And that’s not a question, it’s the view I will be working with for the rest of the blog. Though really the whole point of the exercise is to have something to write about.
If all I’m interested in is having more to write about than adventure would be a no brainer. The more things you do, the more content you could have (that’s just simple math). But not all of those new experiences are always worth writing about and adventure tends to take a lot of time, energy and money. I don’t necessarily have a lot of those things, that and I don’t think I’m build for adventure. There are some people who are only happy on the go, trying new things and always looking over the horizon. Then there is me, the classic homebody. I’m at my most comfortable in a good routine, my own bed to sleep in at night and surrounded by all my stuff. It’s not the most exciting life, but I like it.
That’s not to say I don’t like to travel or I don’t like to have excitement in my life, I just like it in my own small ways. To me adventure is often chaotic and exhausting. I find it’s best doled out in small controlled bursts. Going to a new restaurant, taking a different route home or even the odd (well planned out) vacation are all good ways to have adventure (though they are not necessarily the best things to write about). I think it depends on how you like to experience life. I think it’s breadth versus depth. You can go on never ending adventures and try to experience it all or you can experience everything that one place has to offer. (Or you can hide in your basement like me and pretend you are a writer).
Clearly I am grouped into the latter category. I like to go on vacations and I occasionally like to try something new, but I am really comfortable at home. And come to think of it my ideal vacation is to live the cottage life for a while. That’s all about making the most of one place (over and over again). Have I come to a conclusion? Probably not. Really I just came up with excuses as to why I like to stay home, but here is another post done so my ruse worked. And obviously this was all a big excuse to reference Adventure Worlds. You should go there and read the new story from Christian. Think of it as an adventure.
That’s the best thing about being a writer, you never have to leave your house to go on an insane adventure lol.
Insane is a good way to describe your stories some times. I think mild is the best adjective for my stuff.
You should plan an adventure…. something mundane like going to a place you’ve never been. A store. A street. An alley. I fell in love with an alley once. Everything is full of ideas and adventure if you chose to see it.
I agree, everything is full of ideas. I think to a writer at least. Where is that alley? I can only imagine the alleys in Windsor and they don’t do anything for me. I should probably go on an adventure. I’m not always so good at going outside my comfort zone.
The alley is all mine bucko! I’ll never tell where it is!