My father never went to college: he instead responded to our nation’s call to fight a war. He wanted to fly airplanes but he married my mother, which ruined his chances. Rules then kept married men on the ground, or that’s what I think. There was no doubt that he could fix anything and why he made an excellent aircraft mechanic. Less understandable was why I later told a girl friend of mine that he was an airline pilot and maintained that lie as long as I went out with her.
I don’t know why, in certain areas, even when the truth was as impressive as the lie, I had a hard time distinguishing the difference between truth and fiction. But I feel that, through my writing, I now have a legitimate outlet for stretching the truth; that is as long as I’m not deceiving anyone, especially myself. What was once a fault, I view as an asset. Yet I need to be careful. In the final analyzes, I think writers, if nothing else, need to be honest about their reactions to their work. I think that’s necessary for the creation of something fresh.
I am always concerned with maintaining my individuality and how to do that. My reading and studying Paul Baker, specifically his INTEGRATION OF ABILITIES: EXERCISES FOR CREATIVE GROWTH, has given me exercises that help. But it is still entirely up to me, which I accept; and with this course in my background (I’ve taken it three times and read the book), I’ve continued to be a creative person throughout my life. Right now, this minute, I want to stop writing this blog and start a new project I have been thinking about for over a week. I am very excited about it. I have visualized myself doing it; I’ve talked to myself about it; and I have the first word. That word is “NOW.” Now I have an hour before I have to be somewhere. Now I will have to be honest about the work; honest about the parts I like and the parts I don’t. Then prune. So let me get started. It’s the only way to be productive. Randy Ford