It’s been two weeks since I last posted anything new on this blog.
How did that happen?
Well, for one thing, I briefly posted a Thanksgiving-related piece from my grandfather last Tuesday — but almost immediately saw that I’d actually posted that story about my uncle’s near-fatal motorcycle accident before. So I pulled the duplicate piece and got ready to write a new entry.
I knew what I wanted to write. I’ve wanted to write it for some Thanksgiving awhile now, and really thought I was ready to launch into telling it this year.
See, I’m talking about our love story, when Sara & I met and married 26 years ago, what I’ve sometimes refer to as our coast-to-coast-to-coast romance in 3 parts. I intended to write and post about it through the Thanksgiving weekend since that’s when the tale started, but I didn’t write a thing about it this last weekend.
It’s been that other sort of writer’s block that I’m struggling with. Sometimes, you have no idea what to write about, and that’s what most people think of as writer’s block. Then there’s the perfectionist version where you know exactly what to write — but can’t quite get it right. So you don’t write. That’s what’s been happening with this.
But like my brother says, “Don’t wait to get it right. Get it written — then you can get it right.”
And it’s not like I — and Sara, and several others, for that matter — don’t repeatedly tell the story. We constantly tell and re-tell bits and pieces of this tale, separately and together. Centered around Thanksgiving as it was, I heard Sara re-telling parts of it to a new acquaintance just last Thursday before our big meal.
But for all the times I’ve shared the story orally, I’ve never written it down. There’s something so dreadfully permanent-seeming about committing such a well-known, well-loved story to written form, as if it can never be changed again. That’s nonsense, of course, and in fact, sharing the story in writing allows it to reach more people. Sure, they’ll miss the extra tidbits available when Sara & I tell it together, interrupting each other with comic side bits.
Still, we can’t visit with all of y’all out there — our living room’s just not big enough and it’s kinda cluttered anyway. So for now, I’ll share the story a section at a time out here on the Bak Porch. I can always tweak the writing later, right?
So, here’s what I’m going to try and do for you. I’ll tell our tale straight through as best as I can write it down this time around. I’ll give you a good chunk daily till we’re done. There are essentially 3 major parts, so I might rest up between sequences of entries, maybe even post about other topics. But I won’t quit till we’re done.
No doubt, I’ll skip parts and re-insert them later and of course, this is pretty much told from my point of view. Sure, Sara and I co-tell the tale often, so I know some of her best observations and comments, but those might have to wait for another telling.
For today, you get this preface. We’ll get rolling tomorrow, Hope you enjoy the ride.