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.
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 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.
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.