Following Mr Wordsworth’s Advice

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When I started a blog – so many years ago now, my hair was a completely different colour – no one much read it, and I sat and hammered away happily at the keys, sharing thoughts about random things. Mostly the posts were about what I was creating at the time, but our life on the farm, and various other curious things found their way into my posts. I’d go out walking looking for things to photograph and always had one eye peeled for the next thing I might write about. And I loved it. I had fun, and it felt great to show up at the keyboard, load an image and write about it.

Somewhere, somehow, I lost the early delight in this blogging thing. I got serious. I began to see it as part of the ‘business’ of being an artist, and that idea has squeezed joy out of writing blog posts like an angry woman with a citrus reamer.

I miss it. So, I’m trying to write my way back there. Back to the simple pleasure of pouring my thoughts onto a page just for the fun of it. I’m not sure I’ll even share these posts with the world, right now they’re just a safe place for me to come and flex whatever muscle it is that has become stiff from lack of use. But, as I think about it, I probably will share these with the world, because writers write to be read.

I have no idea where this tab of Writing Blog might lead, and if the only place it leads me is back to delight in writing and leaving the words somewhere they might be read by others, that will be just fine with me.

I make no promises about what you might find here as time passes. I’ve discovered a delight in poetry – the kind that doesn’t rhyme, and has no rhythm or meter. Perhaps some of those poems will land here. I crave freedom to write about ‘all the things’, so that’s what I’m going to do. Show up and write about whatever I feel moved to.

I want to have some fun. Find some lightness, and when the mood strikes, trawl the inky depths of my own mind and pour that out too. Starting today, this is where that’s going to happen for a while.

2 Responses

  1. Yes!!! I love this: “I got serious. I began to see it as part of the ‘business’ of being an artist, and that idea has squeezed joy out of writing blog posts like an angry woman with a citrus reamer.”

    Why do we do that to ourselves? Kill the joy every time?? So happy you’re writing again. I’ll be following.

    • Meagan – I know! Every. Single. Time.

      Thanks to you, I just hit publish on another one. (*Tossing the citrus reamer in the rubbish bin and promising to stop killing the joy*)

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