A Writer’s word … 7

Hi all … and please consider this memo a Twitter-like message. (Actually, I did register a Twitter name; but it was close in make up to someone else of the same name, I thought it would become too confusing for readers of this blog.) Besides I can get in more characters this way!

Firstly, I wanted to say is that I’m finally getting out from under a lot of unrelated stuff; and, in fact, setting it up so that I can more freely write.

Secondly, you may have noticed that I wrote (what I thought was) some timely political articles – a first for me; and I noticed a couple of things:

a)    The number of hits went down (I must have touched a nerve with some. And

b)   More people than ever have signed up for the RSS feed (to be automatically sent new postings).                                                                            

So now, I’m in a bit of a dilemma … do I carry on and disappoint some who might be expecting more of the same? Or, do I revert back to the type of writing I have always done.

I guess the answer that seems to be coming to me is … both.

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Now, that I think about it, I’ve always been spurred on by a sense of justice between us as individuals; and I guess, by extension, groups of people everywhere.

Maybe, I’m not the one to comment on such divisive issues like the ‘Occupy’ Wall Street-type movements. (There are other more informed writers out there).Yet,  I must admit, when I see someone like Joan Baez coming up with new lyrics for a old protest song (or as she calls it … a “making a point” song); it sure strikes a chord with me.

‘Someone’s Starving Lord, come by here / Someone’s freezing Lord, come by here / Someone’s dying Lord, come by here / Oh Lord, come by here.’

(Sung to the tune ‘Kumbaya’)

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