I have been thinking about writing. I like to write and have found the blog format pretty easy to adapt to. Short, get to the point and get out in about 400 words. Add some pictures and your done.
The most popular blogs are not about sheep or farming but of issues. Folks who don’t know you exist stumble on to your blog from searching tag words. Kind of like snooping around at a garage sale. Poke in the corners to see if there is something that might interest you, but don’t stay too long. And please don’t let your neighbors see you.
Peter is a guy in town who is pretty talented in what he does and has suggested that I should write on a certain topic. When he said that, I don’t think he knew that I blogged or have written bits and pieces in the past. We were simply having a conversation about the economic power structure of the elite class.
He said today that he did read the blog and continues to believe I should write in a different format.
Bub thinks I should write more as well.
Here is a problem. I kind of have to wait for some folks to die before I can write about certain stuff. On the other hand, I am so estranged from that part of my life that I don’t think it would do any harm. I have always been the black sheep of the clan, and writing would insure my outcast status. Another problem is that I don’t know what I am doing.
Don’t writers go to college and writing retreats and have little writing groups where they all sit around and talk about their writing? I can’t spell, let alone talk about writing with real writers. Half the time I can’t even think of the right word to use. I fumble around using my hands to help my brain get the word out. Aphasia strikes often and my kids are trained to speak for me at times. Bub can you hand me the …gesture ..thingy …what-cha-ma-call-it-do-hicky, glass?
I can’t see myself sitting around in some touchy-feely group and get all serious about being self important because of the craft of writing. Blogging is different. It feels like a journal, but you have spell check and can delete the whole thing or leave it for others to find when they are poking around in the corners.
