When you’re a newlywed twenty-seven year old wh0 has had the opportunity to have done some traveling and seen some things you aren’t always prepared to listen to some ancient forty-something year-old tell you that you are not asking the right question.
Especially when you are interviewing for a job you are not really sure you want because it is working with stiffs and you know that you would kill it there.
Did I mention it was selling plots?
Now the bad puns about stiffs and killing it make far more sense, don’t they.
At the time I found her comment to be irritating and offensive. “How did she know what questions I should be asking. She wasn’t the one interviewing for the position.”
She was right but I wasn’t ready to hear or see it. I blame that upon my 20th century youth and persona, the 21st century version is much smarter, even if he can’t wear the same jeans anymore and has a hairline that can barely be called that.
Blogging About The Stories We Don’t Tell
Flip through the pages here and you’ll find some posts about my distaste with the blogging echo chamber and comments about why I dislike the term content marketing.
This doesn’t apply to all bloggers but I don’t think we work very hard any more to come up with content. It is too easy to not fight inertia and write the same old stuff.
Too easy to give people the low hanging fruit and tell stories that aren’t particularly complex or interesting. Just give them something simple to digest, beginning, middle and end.
Don’t ask them to think.
I’d like to see us do more and do better.
I’d like to see more blogging about the stories we don’t tell.
What does that mean?
Well it depends on what you are interested in writing about and who you are. It means focus on the material you are passionate about even if you don’t think it is going to pull in the same number of eyeballs and drive the same number of pageviews.
Who Are You Writing For?
Now that all of my children are in middle or high school their teachers expect their writing to be more sophisticated than it was when they were younger.
It makes sense and it is a reasonable expectation but it doesn’t change the basic need to tell a story in a way that is easily understood.
A few days ago my daughter asked me to read an essay she wrote and was disappointed when I told her she needed to swap out some of the words she had used.
“Dad, I am trying to use some fancier words so my teacher understands I know how to use them.”
I told her it is fine to do that but you need to use those words like salt and other spices…sparingly.
And then I explained my rationale behind it.
“You need to make sure readers understand what you are saying and why otherwise any call to action you include will be lost. P.S. The second word I crossed out is a good one, but you misused it.”
She nodded her head and I told her she also needs to remember who she is writing for and that sometimes writing for a teacher requires a different approach than writing for other people.
Pretty basic and not the most insightful news to come down the pike, but useful.
This is part of why I keep writing and why it is so interesting me.
That 27 year-old newlywed who knew so much more than I do wouldn’t have appreciated this. He probably wouldn’t have had much interest in trying to figure out what the future could or should look like the way I do.
Some of that was because he hadn’t been to the funerals and seen as much of life as I have. He didn’t see the threads or recognize how quickly things can turn to good or bad.
I blame it again on his 20th century perspective and the feeling that time was almost unlimited. Us modern 21st century fellas are far more progressive and willing to take the time to dig around a bit and figure out what lies beneath the surface.
The stats here show that others like that too, so if my children were to ask if I take my own advice I could say yes. I know who I am writing for and write accordingly.
It is time to dig a bit deeper again and think about blogging about the stories we don’t tell because they just might provide the most interesting material.