I have a little problem.
Well… apart from that I have another little problem.
Every day I have this urge to write. It’s like an itch where no amount of scratching will make it go away. If I don’t write then I end up with a feeling of emptiness; a feeling that I have missed something. It’s crazy, I know but that’s my little burden that I have to carry these days.
Now that’s all well and good if I have something to write about, but a lot of the time my writing head is blank. I have heard numerous times that if faced with a blank page then just write something. Anything. It doesn’t matter what just so long as something is written. I have heard it said that it’s easier to sell a newspaper full of literary garbage than to sell blank sheets of paper. Obviously the modern press has taken that advice to heart?
But here is the problem.
Once I have written my piece of garbage my instinct is to run away. It’s like walking into a pub, shouting “Hello everybody! I’m here!” and then running out again. I am brave enough to try to initiate a conversation but then shout “nah nah nah” with my hands over my ears if anyone replies.
The problem is that having written, I have banished the itch. I have expended my energies. I am free to do something interesting with my day such as doing the washing up, or scratching my balls or even having a nap. It means I am useless when it comes to comments, both here and on all the other sites I visit.
So now you know why no one ever hears from me.
This is not a comment so you don’t need to reply!
Pete, as long as you didn’t comment, I’m not replying either.
Well Grandad, I have had a Word Press account for nearly four years now, got the damned thing set up and almost ready to go (still haven’t finished the layout yet) and haven’t done another thing with it. When I was working, I spent ten hours a day on the computer (90% of that in Visio). I didn’t want to spend my evenings and weekends on the computer.
Now here I am retired and still spending a large part of my day on the computer. The difference is that I’m looking at and reading what I want to read. The Word Press page still sits somewhere gathering cyber dust bunnies because I don’t have much to say. Or more likely, what I do have to say isn’t terribly interesting.
Very similar to my own past [except for the Visio bit]. I also have more than one WordPress site cluttering the place. I haven’t been in them for a great many years. I think I may have a Blogsopt site too, as I had a habit of joining just to see what they actually provided.
I think after a certain age our heads get full, we need to let stuff out to make room. A bit like clearing the shed though, you never know what will be found, might be rubbish, might be a something valuable you had forgotten about. Your blog is maybe your way to clear your head, just as writing sometimes inane and pointless comments on blogs works for me.
Food for thought.
And all that stuff that was rubbish, is still rubbish, but might come in handy sometime.
Anything which is discarded shall become necessary the following day. That’s a rule I have proved many times to my dismay.
Yep. Works every single time. 😉
I discovered it is better to leave pages blank. Feeling the need to put words on a page, I sent ten pages to my university supervisor for discussion at our meeting last Wednesday. He said that when he read it a second time it wasn’t as bad as the first time!
I like it!
Was it Val Doonican how always started his show that way?
I am that old.