It’s all very nice, curating a page of other people’s photos, pinging off the odd pithy one liner to a midweek guest post on another blogger’s site, mucking about with editing software to create animations, photo collages and imaginary buildings, but it doesn’t really count as writing does it?
I mean, don’t get me wrong, sticking multiple fingers in as many pies as possible is all very satisfying, but the whole reason I started this blog was to explore the possibilities inherent in the written word, not as an experiment in how thinly I could spread myself across the internet.
Not so long ago, barely a day would go by without me having to scribble down an idea for a post while I was at work, almost unable to wait for the time I went home, inexorably drawn to the keyboard of my trusty smartphone, hardly looking up from the little glowing screen until the maelstrom of thoughts in my head had been haphazardly regurgitated and hammered into some sort of order.
Then the unalloyed delight of publishing an article, firing it off into the ether, hoping that it would connect with someone, anyone, enough that they would like it, leave a comment, or (the ultimate compliment) actually follow Diary of an Internet Nobody.
But despite all of those incentives, I seem to have reached some sort of impasse, not so much writer’s block as blogger’s holiday or scribbler’s sabatical. I have still been active on social media, still been sifting through the hundreds of e-mails I get every week from all the various blogs that I follow, reading and commenting on as many of them as I can (albeit using my usual rolling rota method, having followed far too many for me to actually read on a permanent, regular or daily basis)
Whether this is due to recent changes in my lifestyle, (getting married, moving house twice in six months, starting another new job, working an awkward split shift pattern, etc) or just simply because the urge to write had temporarily deserted me, I really couldn’t say, all I do know is that the blogging muse has once again descended upon me and I have decided that the only way to make sure I don’t lose this new surge of enthusiasm is to publicly declare my intent to return to the literary fray.
Because, let’s face it, it’s not like I’ve been starved of suitable material to write about: In the last couple of months alone there have been news stories on the obnoxious behaviour of denim-clad, walking mid-life crisis Jeremy Clarkson who ended up being sent to bed with no dinner (and no job); the barely-believable insistence by Californian lawyer, Matt McLaughlin that, in order to protect society from evil gay people, he must Immediately introduce the “sodomite suppression act” to prevent the sunny west coast suffering the same fate as Sodom and Gomorrah (including plans to despatch all gays “with a bullet to the head”); the odious Nigel Farage claiming his plan to save the NHS would be undermined by all those sneaky foreign AIDS sufferers, coming over here to maliciously recieve life-saving treatment; not to mention the entire rhetoric-filled media circus that was the most ludicrously overwrought (and yet depressingly predictable) general election for decades and, just this week, reports that in North Korea, unhinged, doll-haired despot, Kim Jong Un has executed one of his top generals for treasonously falling asleep in a meeting,…by anti-aircraft gun!
All of which would ordinarily have made eminently acceptable blogging material, but which somehow failed to kick-start my writing muscles for whatever reason. But that’s all in the past, because I am now officially giving notice that, starting right now, I will attempt to post something (by which I mean that I’ll actually write something) at least once a week, in addition to any photography, guest spots or smartass one liners I may come up with in the meantime. I cannot as yet predict what form this new output will take, although I’m sure it will still feature old strands like my Picture this… photography posts (as opposed to the curated output from Photo Sans Frontiers) and maybe even another few selections from the Melodic Randomiser, as I have yet to complete my sequential journey through my entire CD collection.
However, I can say for certain that I shall be giving myself yet more incentive to put fingers to keyboard in the very near future, in the very next post in fact. You see, I’ve had something in reserve for a while now and I think it’s time it saw the light of day.
Those of you who have hung in there, against the possibility that I might eventuallly write something worth reading again one day, if you were paying attention, or just have an especially good memory, you may recall that, back at the start of 2014 I said that I was working on a fiction project. Some of you got a preview of my first attempt at creating a story from my imagination and I was delighted to find that several of you even gave it rather favourable reviews. Not only that, but one of you actually enquired as to the progress of the story since then (hello Bonnie) so I thought it only fair that I try to complete (or at the very least, continue) the tale, to see where it leads me. Obviously, given that I haven’t managed to add anything to the plot in the interim, I need some sort of nudge to restart the creative process. The simplest way to achieve this would seem to be for me to publish what I’ve alraedy written (in episodic form – clearly there’s no point putting all my fictional eggs in one basket) and hope that the reaction to it is such that I shall have to finish it to meet public demand. Now I am aware that this presumes a certain amount of enthusiam on your part, but even if I just end up writing the remainder of the story for its one existing fan, that will be an accomplishment in itself.
So, the very next thing you’ll see on the blog will be chapter one of my first ever foray into the world of fiction. After that, well, thats anyone’s guess, but I think I’m going to be a lot more productive in weeks to come. Maybe it’s the season, the creative sap rising with the spring weather, perhaps it’s my newly energised domestic situation, or it could just be that I needed a rest, enabling me to come back refreshed and invigorated from the blogging wilderness, but whatever it is, I’m raring to go and all I need now is inspiration.
Stay tuned, I’ll be back before you know it…