It is Saturday. I have firmly told my husband I would spend Saturday writing. I have put on my Writer’s Socks (lively, nay, eyewateringly bright, hand-knits. Trés boho). My hair has automatically adopted the Writer’s Hairstyle (severely under-combed). I am Here. The coffee is Here.
And that’s it. Total blank-sheet-of-paper-itis. Just as Titania mentioned in Tuesday’s comments.
There are a couple of bloggers I adore that are not even really about writing (which is why I haven’t put them in the blog-roll, though perhaps I should stick in a category of Stuff I Just Like, So Bloody There). One of them (no, I won’t link. I’ll link when I have something (rather than nothing) to share) hasn’t posted anything at all for over a week for no reason at all that she cared to divulge. Just, radio silence. Of course, she’s probably very very busy having a life. But it gives me a little blip of agitation every morning. And I thought, well, she has hundreds of readers, and I don’t, and I feel very arrogant just thinking this, but is it fair of me to allow laziness and that flattened unispired feeling to inflict such a blip on even one of my readers, assuming any of them do blip, and why on earth should they, only people do say such kind things sometimes, and I feel a bit discombobulated by this thought, perhaps I should stick to cocoa? And what’s with all the parentheses?
Anyway, I apologise for any irregular posting patterns that may have caused blips, and I apologise even more so with extra grovelling for this incoherent mass of gibberish. You may well prefer blippage. And now I shall go and finish the book I want to review for you, and damn well review it.
I know exactly that feeling you describe, Reed. I’m okay for a few days, but longer than that and I start to worry!
Have a great writing day in those fabulous socks.
There’s a blog I like very much that hasn’t been updated for over two months and I am worried the blogger might be dead. Maybe I’m being melodramatic. But what do you do under these circumstances? E-mail the person: “Hello! Are you dead? You don’t know me, by the way!”
I have two pairs of writers’ socks that I got from Myer 3 years ago (they weren’t advertised as writers’ socks). I wish I was wearing them now.
Hiya Reed, I’m pleased to meet someone who is also returning to writing. Blocks have bugged me for years so I started my blog to develop the discipline of writing something every day. I have not limited myself to my poetry, I only write that when it jumps out and hits me. My limericks just happen (blush) so I have found that by combining my photographs with a sort of traveloguey written bit, I normally get something I can post. Of course, being a curmudgeon, I also write rants and that is also good discipline because you have to get the facts and the argument correct! Are writer’s socks an essential? (adds Reed to Blogroll)
I’ve been having all kinds of problems with my posting schedule, dropping from daily to every other day and never really getting used to it. Now I am returning to more frequent posting, and, as you know, am not sure whether that will work either! Still, it is always reassuring to click on a regular site and see that the blogger is still alive and kicking. Other people’s lives are endlessly fascinating!
My blogging as also been a bit sporadic recently. Sometimes I just don’t have much to say…actually, that doesn’t always stop me blogging…Oh well. If it makes you feel better I think I have fewer readers than you! Hope the writing socks work their magic soon!