Does Anyone Care To Join Me In a Writing Experiment?

This is it — I’m going to complete this article in 30 minutes and self-publish it, with the belief it will offer something to somebody

The current time is 6:12 PM. That gives me until 6:42 PM.

I can do it.

I have so much to offer to the world. Heck, I’m offering it already.

Lord knows how much more I would be offering if I didn’t get in my own way.

Screw Grammarly, lol. It wanted me to eliminate the word own in the above sentence, haha.

I’m doing a better job all the time with not getting in my own way.

71 and almost three-quarters-year-old me is increasingly growing in self-confidence.

Wow, who knew Grammarly would prompt me to put in three hyphens in the above phrase.

Its amazing how much people enjoy being with me when I’m my authentic self.

My wish for you, my wish for every person is to be their authentic self.

It’s so tragic that people live their entire lives not doing so. Not even knowing what that authentic self is. What a waste.

One thing I can learn in life is to have more gratitude.

I had been thinking about writing an article about how much I might benefit from having a near-death experience. It’s so typical that people say that when they have a near-death experience, that it wakes them up to appreciate things that they took for granted.

What is it about human beings that they need that? It is an interesting question to ponder.

I live in a retirement community, an over-55 community. Whatever you want to call it. There are 1500 units, so people are dying all the time.

Left and right.

Ambulances are in the community every day. Literally.

You walk into the clubhouse, and there are always signs about somebodies wake to attend.

I find it fascinating that when mentioning people who have died, people always say “so and so is gone”. They never say “so and so is dead”.

Well it’s not exactly like they’ve gone on vacation, and are someday soon going to return.

I guess it’s a lot less scary to say gone when you know someday you will be dead.

Now that I’ve cheered you up …, lol.

I’m sure you’re dying to read further.

Well, I do have quite the sense of humor.

So let me check the time.

It’s 6:25.

I’ve written 420 words. My gut feelings is they’ve been entertaining if nothing else.

But who the eff knows.

One thing I do know (and this just emotionally touched me — almost bringing tears to my eyes) is that I’ve given you an inside look at the authentic me.

That is a gift to the reader.

I have shared who I am.

Like me, hate me, or anything in between.

I have shared with you who I am at this very moment in time.

My favorite pieces to read on Medium are those articles where the writers share who they are. Where I feel like I am in the same room with them.

Even better, where I’d like to go out to a local diner with them, sit across the table, maybe get two forks, and share a piece of cheesecake (presuming it’s large enough).

Anyhow I’m done. I don’t think I said it has to be 30 minutes. Just anything under.

I am not going to edit this article.

I am going to do something that is even more difficult to do — I am not going to reread it.

After all, it’s that what real life is like.

It’s not like in real life we have a conversation with somebody and we get to go back in time and edit it from the beginning.

Now I just gotta find a picture, hopefully of a crazy writer, as that would be a fitting one.

Time check: 6:34

Elapsed time: 22 minutes

Oh, before I forget

Would you like to join me and self-publish an article written in 30 minutes or less?

With love,

Art

Ah … excuse me for this delicious edit. Somebody took me up on my request. Thank you, Emily Ann Mark. I promise you it is an awesome read.