...what to write about. I have complained before about having no inspiration but now I really have no idea. I do have ideas in my head, tumbling around, but have not really had time to write them down. It is spring (well...almost) in Merry Old England but some of us are still a little tired after the winter. Thing is that I don't really fancy writing at the moment, or rather make the effort. I hope you will forgive me for this lack of enthusiasm.
No, I am not done with this yet. I still have things in my head that wants to become stories, I still love writing, the magic of creating texts. And I am not done with the journey it is, exploring fantasies.
I do feel a little guilty when I don't know what to put on the blog. I don't want you to think I have lost interest in it (I haven't, far from it) but when I post I do want to put something I have thought about or at least felt something for here. Someone asked if the blog was 'on hold' because I hadn't posted anything for a week. I can tell you it is not on hold. It is just that I am tired and not in the most creative mood right now.
So, this is what I do when I don't know what to write. I put up a post complaining about not having anything to write about. I just want you to know that I am still here and I still care about the blog and I do still care about you Readers. You have no idea what this blog has meant to me and, more so, your reactions to it. This is not an enormously popular blog (although I have noticed a slight increase in hits the last week) but I know you exist, dear Readers, and the fact that you are out there means the world to me.
Blogging gives me confidence to write and it gives me a sense of not being silent any more, to talk about what is inside my head. These are important things. What your reactions to it means is that it adds a sense of my texts making sense and being...well...good. I feel I participate in a dialogue with you and that we talk about those things that roam in our heads (although I do most of the talking, self centred as I am). This sense of sharing is what really drives me on when I am not always in the mood to write. And it this that makes me feel a little guilty for not having anything to put here.
Anyway, this became a long rant about not having anything to put on the blog. I have posted a picture here. This was a silly picture I drew many years ago and I don't know why I choose this one, maybe to show that I made the right choice when I preferred writing before drawing. Have a nice weekend dear Readers!
6 comments:
Janice, I so understand the tired, specially at this time of the year. I look out of the window and it's chucking it down, and it's not even warm rain, which we advertise as liquid sunshine down here.
Pity we didn't have pictures like that in my comics, I might have stuck with comics much longer if we had.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Janice, I just knew that was one of your drawings. I think it a good one considering I never progressed past stick figures. Nude superwoman!
It is hard to always be inspired or to always want to make the effort to write, it is not a quick process I find.
Hugs
Mina
Don't fret Janice,
I'm feeling similarly guilty that I haven't visited you here for a while as well. And that is due to all available spanko time being taken up with writing. Sorry.
It's OK, quality not quantity should be the watchword.
Dear Paul warm rain in the summer and cold rain in the winter...sigh. Thanks for those words, not many of that kind of super heroines around, these days...smiles.
Dear Mina, I do think some parts of it are good but I draw like I was a child and the faces are very silly. My writing is better, me thinks. Thanks anyway.
Dear Ollie, don't feel guilty, please don't you are always a welcome guest, whenever you decide to visit.
Hugs
Janice
Watch the skies...
Funny how your LACK of inspiration can inspire an amusing post.
Everything starts with a blank piece of paper. But some people leave it blank, and others ... create. For good or ill. In your case, for the good.
Warmly,
Wystan E
Dear Wystan, your words put a smile on my face. Thank you for your encouragement.
Hugs
Janice
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