Someone I like very much said, she’s more and more amazed at the wide variety of people I meet and write about.
Just this morning, a woman…clearly a tourist the way she was packed with shopping bags and a lunch basket, was filming two cardinals in the park, preening in a tree. I watched her delight, as she steadied her camera. Then a female came she didn’t see, so I said, ‘M’am,” that after looking up, inspired her to film the lady of the house as well. All this en route home from Bed Bath & Beyond, using my 20% coupon.
Ta-da…an instant, unexpected essay.
I actually love the genre of taking a subject, then penning a piece on it.
Nora Ephron was my first essayist that made me want to be one. Then came Jean Kerr, David Sedaris, Sarah Vowell, Paul Rudnik and Anne Lamott.
They taught me, you could write about anything. No one said it would all be brilliant, but it’s fun just the same.
If you said, write about hotdogs, the first thing I’d quote is my favorite New Yorker cartoon. Two hotdogs are standing in an alley when one says to the other, “They grilled me Eddie, but I didn’t talk.”
That’s where reading comes in, collecting files that float, for free, in your head.
I’ll bet if you go take a stroll, a pad and pen in your pocket, you’ll come back with a story.
See, I’ll write about practically anything, because, well, I just so LOVE to write.
“They grilled me Eddie, but I didn’t talk.” 🙂