It's like I'm new
to blogging, like I've never done it before, tentatively taking my
first steps into a world of writing about whatever in the vain hope
that someone reads it, while simultaneously hoping no one does.
Wanting to write something, and being so self absorbed as to write
almost entirely about oneself, but so unconvinced of ones own worth
that can't think of anything more tedious than ones own thoughts and
activities. God, blogging is boring. I'm unofficially considering
myself on a wee bit of a hiatus.
It's times like
this when I really ought to be working hard to find my own unique
take on the Queen's diamond jubilee or the relay of the Olympic
torch, but I honestly couldn't give two flying gibbering jabbering
moulting leaping squawking squatting wanking fucks about either of
the tedious fucking things. I'm hostile to them both. But neither
particularly knowledgeable nor hostile enough to be able to
string together coherent rants or arguments. So the easier option is
just to act like neither of them are happening. Which is lucky, cos
neither of them are happening. They are just a collective delusion,
the madness of crowds, the flag-waving of the rank and file, the
sycophancy of the enslaved.
Other subjects or
recent personal experience any writer worth his salt would be using
and abusing for source of copy are the awesome ring I now must
wear as a 'keep off' sign to all the billions of the world's women
who happen not to be my wife; the experience of delivering a speech
and the surprising relaxed ease in which it was done; the weird,
fucking weird, experience of being a customer in an Apple
store (which could not be more weird, fucking weird, if it
were staffed by the suicides manning the desks in Beetlejuice's
afterlife bureaucracy); having a massage for the first, and so far
only, time. And all the others. Breathing in and out and catching a
bus. Oh, and I saw my first Orange marches in Belfast, immediately
followed by (in a different part of the city centre, not as part of
the same cultural event) capoeiristas, drummers and berimbau players
presenting a display of Brazilian music and martial arts.
Stuff to write
about, I'm just well wound down and finding it difficult to return to
the same level of urgency. …..GO! ….....GO! I'm trying to get
myself going, and this fairly pointless post about nothing is my way
of encouraging myself.
4 comments:
Maintaining the momentum to blog regularly is hard. Keep it going though dude, I enjoy your rants, insights and general ramblings!
Yeah, I think I might have a month off. At the moment I can barely find the time or energy to write this blog and it's getting in the way of writing fiction.
I'm trying to get a decent amount of fiction written, and will probably start regular blogging again in July.
Thanks for the encouragement; sometimes it's needed!
Hello. I like your words.
I like the inner turmoil you alluded to on 601GO. I've (also) struggled with that balance. Interesting to write about v interesting to read. Introversion v observations.
But - why did you stop? You said some stuff about a book. Hows that going?
I do this think where I nag my bloggy friends that stop to start blogging again. I see that they hit a certain point when they think that to get back into it, they had better have something really special to say. The more time, the bigger the required special.
KER-WRONG.
Just start writing again dude. Do a quick blog off the hip. You know you want to.
Hi Matt,
You are perfectly correct. I have got myself into a corner - occasionally I have an idea for a blog post but I usually respond in one of two ways. If it's not a great idea I just think 'oh, who cares?', and if it is a good idea I give it to the novel or a short story or some other piece of writing.
I promise to do the occasional surprise blog post, and when I am happy with my novel I'll start blogging again regularly.
I've wanted to write a novel for about eight years but it wasn't until about three years ago I felt it was a realistic ambition. I started the blog simply as writing practice. One day I realised I was still no closer to writing a novel, yet the total word count of the blog was more than two fairly long novels. That gave me pause for thought.
Thanks for the encouragement,
Kev
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