Blogging or writing.
Posted by blackramfarm on June 9, 2008
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.
Lili said
I think you are a wonderful, talented and very expressive writer. Nobody needs a retreat or a brainstorming, touchy-feely session to be able to write. Heck, I started writing a novel once
. Writing is about expressing what you feel, and you are very good at expressing yourself verbally. You make people think and that is why I love reading your blog. Keep writing! (Blog, articles, editorials or even a book, who knows?) Have a great day, Lili
blackramfarm said
Thank you both for your comments. I hope you will continue to check in.
Best,
Alexandra
Ian Walthew said
Hi there,
Doing a little browsing on farm blogs, I came accross yours and greatly enjoyed it.
I thought you might be interested in a blog I run, called http://www.aplaceintheauvergne.blogspot.com Under the first photo post of every day are articles from the International Herald Tribune concerning agriculture, food, and water.
I’m also the author of a book called ‘A Place in My Country: In Search of a Rural Dream’ which might also interest you too. (For some reviews, please see below.) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Place-My-Country-Search-Rural/dp/0753823888/ref=pd_sbs_b_title_14
Good luck with your venture,
Kind regards,
Ian
http://www.ianwalthew.com
http://www.aplaceintheauvergne.blogspot.com
PRAISE FOR A PLACE IN MY COUNTRY
(Weidenfeld & Nicolson, hardcover July 2007; Phoenix paperback May 1, 2008)
‘Stressed city couple seeks slower life in Cotswolds idyll’. The premise is so familiar there’s even a predictably technical term for it: ‘downshifting’. Yet it’s hard to think in those terms about A Place in My Country, given the care with which Ian Walthew has skirted all the sprung traps of nostalgia and sentiment. A thoughtful observer and magpie-ish collector of oral history, Walthew has a sharp sense of the absurdities and the assets of his native land, reinforced by years living overseas. In his country life, escaped cows and the hunt ball jostle for space with barn raves and hawkish property developers. Avoiding the usual bland elegy for the rustic and redemptive, his book is a valuable memoir, both personal and social, a meditation on belonging in one of many Englands.’
The Observer
‘I have been reading about the British countryside all my life but this is the first post-modern take on a national asset so routinely taken for granted. Author Ian Walthew takes a 12-inch plough to the cosy complacency that so many apply to the subject and reveals that 21st century rural life is not a place for the genteel – in a corner of Gloucestershire most commonly viewed by outsiders from their 4×4s as they hurry to overpriced weekend retreats, he finds a farming heartbeat that is proud and defiant, defended by a cast of characters that outshine The Archers. A revelation of a book.’
Tim Butcher
Author of Blood River: A Journey to Africa’s Broken Heart
(Galaxy Book of the Year 2008, 3rd Prize Winner)
‘Far from being an idealistic paen to the English countryside, the book becomes a hard-edged and moving account of life rural Britain today.’
Sunday Times
‘a poignant portrait of country life….the book could have been a rollicking, laugh-a-minute riff on ignorant townies having to ask what exactly a heifer is. There are certainly some fine comic episodes.. but it quickly turns into something more sombre – and more interesting…His beautifully written book is an elegy for an England that is dying, or at least in terminal decline.’
Daily Telegraph
‘When stressed out media exec Ian Walthew panic buys a Cotswold cottage as an escape route from the urban treadmill, he unwittingly acquires a window on a corner of rural Britain at work and at play, and his writer’s eye sees just what’s going on. Walthew has a genuine gift for bringing both people and places to life and marshals his runaway real life narratives with a novelist’s skill. The story of his surprising friendship with his neighbour Norman – who is trying to keep his ramshackle farm and his dignity together with a few strands of baler twine, while his millionaire neighbours embrace the prairie concept of modern industrial farming – is compelling and often deeply moving. And Walthew’s own struggle with age-old issues of identity, friendship, community and a place to call home are fresh, sympathetic and never trying. It’s not the sort of book you’d pick up expecting a page-turner, but that’s exactly what it turn’s out to be.’
Hugh-Fearnley Whittingstall
‘Ian Walthew was a newspaper executive with a career that took him round the world, who one day did a mad thing. He saw a for-sale sign on a cottage in the Cotswolds, bought it, resigned and moved in. For the first few weeks he just lay on the grass in a daze. Then he started talking to his neighbours and digging into the rich history of this beautiful part of England. Out of his inquiries grew this affecting and inspiring memoir.
What sets it apart from others of its ilk is the author’s enviable immunity to cliché and his determination to love his homeland better than he used to. His elegiac account of relearning how to be an Englishman should be required reading for anyone who claims to know or love this country.’
Financial Times
‘Having lived and worked abroad as a director of the International Herald Tribune for most of his adult life, Walthew, along with his Australian wife, Han, made a snap decision, aged 34, to buy a house in Gloucestershire, and embrace life in the country.
This is familiar territory, but Walthew combines his own story – coming to terms with the untimely deaths of his father and brother – with that of the land and the people who make up village life.
Funny, touching and ultimately very moving, this is a beautiful, unsentimental account of a personal loss that is reflected in the rapidly changing texture of life in rural England.’
Sunday Telegraph
‘Even peripheral characters…really come to life; as does the beauty of the Cotswolds and the harsh realities it conceals. A Place in My Country is an edifying consideration of the English countryside, its rich history and its attempt to adapt in today’s world’
Times Literary Supplement
leafless said
You don’t have to be a professional writer to write something worthwhile. A blog is a perfect medium through which one can freely express his or her deepest beliefs, ideas, and passions. Don’t let little things (like a misspelling/grammatical mistake here or there) from discouraging you. Move forward.