Recently, I've had a rapid fire succession of discussions with people who have read my blog and tell me about how they love to write but for a number of reasons have either slowed down or stopped entirely. I also am curious when I meet fellow bloggers who tell me they are "crafting" or "drafting" a blog and will likely publish it in the near future.
The only blogs I take time beyond sitting in front of the computer when the spirit moves me is for Table for Three or The No Blah-g Zone which are simply longer. 95% of them I type in about 5 minutes. No, I do not live in a hotel in some snow buried hotel in Colorado and type "All work and no play makes Tim a dull boy" stopping every once in a while to think about where Danny boy and my lovely wife is (like The Shining).
Nor am I any kind of wunderkid. The thing is, I don't care what you think. I don't mean that dismissively, I just mean that I'm not writing for you. I don't even know if I'm writing for me necessarily, but I do know it's not for you (sorry Mom and Marie!).
I KNOW that every one of us knows how to tell stories, beautifully. In fact, 2 of the people who I talked about had the following stories:
- The first one had recently edited a book for someone she knew. He was an older doctor who had written a pretty racy book that he was proud of. Her skill in editing partially is contributing to her reticence to write. If that's not a story, I don't know what is. She told it beautifully and I'm sure she could write it just the same.
- The second one, who I had just met, had a great pair of glasses on (black rims...sort of like my grandpa). Turned out they were his grandpa. He died almost 10 years ago. I told him he should start a blog and his first blog should cover how it feels when he wears them.
This is all I'm really saying. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks. When I write from there, efforts increase dramatically while effort drops precipitously.
4:58...4:59....5 minutes!!! (just kidding, I don't know how long this took me)
I haven't been able to sit down and do anything really for quite some time. It has to do with not feeling grounded and focused. I don't know what is going on with me, but things are changing, and I'm just not able to write, really. I have so much going on in my head that I want to document, but I just can't find the words. ahhh!!!
Posted by: Naomi | July 20, 2006 at 07:46 PM
There is so much noise. Sometimes my mind feels like an echo chamber. I wonder if you can find the words without looking for them.
Posted by: Tim Taylor | July 20, 2006 at 07:53 PM