The end is in sight. The end of NaBloPoMo raises a question…what shall I do on December 1st? Right now, I think the answer is: keep writing. In fact, I know that’s the answer. The jump-start I was looking for has taken effect; engine is humming and I am off down the road. I supposed the general understanding of a jump-start is hooking cables from the battery of a running car to the battery posts of a car that is out of juice. That image works a bit. But what I’m really remembering is the jump-start that was possible before cars had computers, automatic transmissions and all that.
Indulge me. A car with a standard transmission, circa 1966. A Volkswagen beetle or my old 122S Volvo. Dead battery. Get that car pointed down hill on an incline. Doesn’t even need to be a hill. Release the hand brake and start rolling. Pop the clutch and shift into first gear. The engine kicks in. Give it a little gas, and go. Bee-U-ti-full, every time. That purring sound, forward motion and an exhilarating sense of power, control & freedom. Yep, that’s what this month of blogging has done for me. Took a while to get the car into the proper position, but now…
I know what I need to do next, how to approach the ideas I want to express and I’m more ready than I’ve ever been. I think my blog postings will go down to twice a week for the time being, so that I can put daily writing time into the larger piece. Truth is, some of what I need to write is exploratory and personal in a way that isn’t ready to be shared. Some of it can be, but I see now that the major work is to be done privately for a while.
My writing allies in W3 ‘uttched’ (nudged, pushed) me toward clarity yesterday, with their thoughtful, caring questions. Thank you E, L & L for all that we share. And while I’m at it, thank you to the (one or two) regular readers of this month’s EAW blog. Your support means a lot to me. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve done an awful lot of writing over the years that has never been shared. Hitting that ‘Publish‘ button every day this month has eased me over that roadblock to public writing. Actually, the image is more like a wind-up car or toy that makes its way into a corner and gets stuck there. The whining noise continues, the wheels or legs keep moving, but the nose is stuck against the wall and stays there till the spring runs down. Hmm, writing with my nose in a corner. Interesting.
Real cars and toy cars; not what I expected to be writing about today, but it’s always satisfying to find metaphors that really feel accurate. As my local food pantry preps to hand out turkeys and trimmings tomorrow evening; grocery stores and kitchens overflow with (mostly) real food for the food-focused holiday this week; I find that I have less appetite for spitting nails at and about the PPFIC. I’m not done with that, but for now I more drawn to a compassionate consideration of food and addiction. Here’s an old drawing of a sweet potato chip to close this post.