750Words.com is the closest thing I have to a religious commitment. It is a ritual of my belief in the writing life–not a delusion of grandeur, but a testament to the power of making your thinking visible. I’m fully aware that not all people write, but all people do think, even if they do it poorly. Writing changes that. It does so both in the consumption of GOOD writing as well as in the production of your own writing over time, regardless of the quality of your craft.
I knew some years ago that Cameron was onto something with her Morning Pages. But, the longhand wasn’t working for me. You see, I hate my own handwriting, but am quite proud of my ability to type. Also, I’m a far different person than I was then, and 750words.com has been a part of that evolution let alone possibly a key ingredient to sustaining its continued trajectory. Even when I fall out of the daily routine for a spell (which I regularly do as a non-dogmatic human), I always experience a redemption when I return. It feels like no other experience.
My faith in this ritual, this experience is fairly well committed. I can’t imagine life without it, even if I’m not the most robust disciple. When I love it, I love it wholly, so thank you for that, Buster. Four cups to you.