Writing to this blog does take time that could be spent on other, theoretically, productive things, and I have occasionally returned to the question of whether maintaining this site, basically for my own entertainment, it worth that time.
With all my commitments and desires and interests, everything I do continually comes back under scrutiny.
I look at things over and over again, determining why they’re in my life, and whether they are performing their intended function (it’s really easy to throw away magazines in this mood).
Several times this week I’ve used the analogy of a musician practicing scales, when I try to explain my writing, or why I write.
In themselves scales are not particularly beautiful music, and doing them isn’t even for anyone but the musician. But it is those daily exercises that provide the necessary familiarity with the instrument that enables him/her to be an accomplished musician.
My writing may, as I say, be solely for my own entertainment, but everything I do is honing my craft, and preparing me for my next piece.
I no longer question if this writing has value, because I am convinced it does.
Doubtless it was hours and days of David’s “diddly-dorking around” with a sling and stones that prepared him first for the lion and the bear, and ultimately for Goliath.
Practice is a form of faithful service.
It assumes that there is something worth preparing for (a word in season, for example), and rises to that call.