Writing is something that comes naturally to me. It always has. I can’t speak publicly, nor can I think on my feet very well but give me pen and paper and I’ll generally knock up something pretty interesting.
Years spent reading other people’s blogs always made me think I could do it.
I could blog.
I prepared by making a long list of things I wanted to write about. Easy.
I set up a neat little area in my front room and called it my ‘writing space’. Too easy.
Admittedly ‘writing space’ felt a bit ostentatious but I was, after all, starting a blog.
Blogger.
So when I finally sat down to start, the reality of my new, self-proclaimed title hit me.
My great ideas suddenly seemed pointless. My neat little writing space was ineffective, evidently better used as a parking lot for Matchbox cars. And time. Time slipped away so incredibly quickly. I would no sooner open my laptop before a child would cry out and the lid would close again.
It became abundantly clear that blogging was not as easy as it seemed.
I don’t know if it was the pollen from my fresh flowers but I suddenly became anxious about my writing ability, about what I had to offer. I was choking, stifled.
Something I had set out to do for Me, for that all important quest for clarity, was starting to stress me out.
Something was wrong.
I snapped.
I scrapped the romantic version of writing that I had conjured up in my head.
I binned the vase of now, not-so-fresh looking flowers .
My workspace moved to the living room, in front of a blaring ABC2. I wrote in my lunch break at work because I felt like it and blogged on my phone on Tuesday afternoon. Yesterday I wrote on the front porch at home and today, I’m posting from upstairs, while Mr 4 plays with a new packet of clothes pegs on the rug.
My ability came back, naturally.
Natural.
This afternoon I tweeted a question about blogging schedules and a wise Tegan said to forget schedules. ‘Quality over quantity’, she said.
I completely agree.
Right now the only blogging schedule I can keep to is, ‘when I can’.
When I’m not Robomumming.
When I feel inspired, I’ll sit for a bit and see if I can knock up something interesting.
November 1st, 2012 at 20:51
Thanks for the mention. I really struggled when I first started with what to right. I would sit down and all of a sudden it would go wooossshhh straight out of my head. Now I write my posts in a word document first. If I write a whole post in one sitting then that is awesome. If not, then I can come back to it. Good luck with keeping your writing up and keeping it real. Us mummas are busy creatures and we need all the outlets we can get.
November 2nd, 2012 at 20:51
Doesn’t matter where you write your posts, start gaining reader interaction by commenting on other blogs, I only blog monthly if that keep interacting on twitter like you do, you write beautifully and honestly- from the heart and that’s the best place to write from, xxx
November 4th, 2012 at 20:51
I wasn’t sure if be able to blog much either, but once I start the words flow out with ease. I’m enjoying your blog xx
November 4th, 2012 at 20:51
Thanks Zilla… The words do flow, you’re right.