jakorte's blog

I’m going to answer a hard and frequent question, but I can guarantee it won’t be answered clearly.
If I had the answer myself, I wouldn’t still be searching would I?

There is a line of fear that I have not yet crossed, and may not ever cross either.
The line exists solely due to an imaginary scale that I believe will undoubtedly tip a love towards either obligation or enjoyment should I stray too far from the fulcrum.

I write because I like to. I like to because it challenges me. It is, therefore, a hobby.
I acknowledge this: it has surely evolved through 89 straight weeks to become a hobby with a purpose. The purpose is to share, encourage, challenge, and enlighten. To do all these things requires love, and the willingness to give it away.

My grammar is not perfect; my notes are not void of typographical errors or run-on sentences. My messages may be murky because I am muddling through them. Sometimes the more I muddle, the less I understand. But, I know this, too: unmoved muddy waters eventually settle, and when the vision clears, I too will go back and clarify.

If writing were an obligation, I don’t know that I would be as enthusiastic. I don’t know that I would be allowed the sprawling loose liberties that I allow myself. I don’t know that I would be placidly accepting of rejections that would intimate I do not have an amazing accurate wide-reaching professional talent. I would rather continue to be a familiar folk artist, engaging wide-open irregular keystrokes, portraying only the patterns of my life, and the bits of wisdom I’ve gained from living it.

In this issue: Obligation, Hobby Horses, Grandma Moses, QWERTY keyboards.
Now Posted: Action Plan Mid July, New Orleans, October 2009