Sunday, 11 April 2010

Bloggers Block?

It is a glorious spring evening. There is hardly a whisper of wind, the turbines are at rest. A deep red sun is sinking through the forest, now between the trunks under the crowns of the trees, the clouds above like red-hot coals.

How can I explain such beauty, several times I've sat down to write about it and nothing has come. Is there such a condition as “bloggers block”? I know that I am not always very outgoing verbally feeling that I have little to offer, better as a listener than contributor. Perhaps I am a reader rather than writer.

As we turn for home a few of the streetlights are already alight, confused by the change in time and quick progression of the seasons, I sympathise with them.

8 comments:

  1. Yes, 'bloggers' block' exists, just as all kinds of writers' blocks. It's much more normal and common than that rare state when everything seems to flow. Many writers sweat and toil at their craft in a self-critical, self-tormenting way. Of course you can write, and write well - the amount doesn't matter! Flaubert only wrote a few sentences each day. Reading and writing and speaking (whether inside your head or with others) all naturally go together. When I don't feel I have anything to say, or don't feel I can write anything very authentically, I just forget about blogging for a while and come back to it later - refreshed from the break.

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  2. HI TRAMP

    I so love how you write your opening paragraph here is breath-taking. I loved it and I could see what you saw. Wonderful. You have a gift my fried, a precious gift.

    Love Gail
    peace......

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  3. Solitary
    Yes I can't force it, but it does concern me.
    In the past I've kept journals, but only when travelling (or sitting on ice shelves). I found I had to write something, anything, every day before I slept because missing one day meant losing the habit and before the recollections of the day get stored away somewhere during sleep. I am amazed at how I can recall experiences just through some barely readable scribbles made over 20 years ago. These experiences would otherwise lie inaccessible deep somewhere inside me.
    Of course blogging is different, I have much to learn. I need patience, most of all with myself.
    Cheers Tramp

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  4. Gail
    Thanks.
    I must examine why I write. Is it for me or for others? That isn't an easy question to answer. I want to explain why the so called simple things in life have such a great affect on me. I can't travel like I did in the past, the daily excursions with Lady are my times of reflection. To share them with the world is sometimes frightening, but worth it when I "meet" people like you.

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  5. Hi! Thanks for paying me a visit, this is my return call and I loved reading about your countryside too. Please call and see me again. Best wishes.

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  6. Weaver
    Welcome. More forest here than in the UK, but I DO miss the sea. I grew up on the Essex coast and although I'm no sailor, I love walking by the sea.

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  7. I really enjoy your writing. I'm sure the bloggers block will lift when its ready. Julie

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  8. Julie
    It's in there somewhere.
    Glad to hear that you are not a machine. Just remember that husbands are also human!
    Regards
    Tramp

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