A Blog.

What is a Blog? Ego, or just a desire to impart ideas that one mistakenly thinks haven’t occurred to The Hoi Poloi?
Neither idea is actually good, but if one were to worry about that then nothing would ever be written.

The truth is that some people just have to put words on paper, no matter how ridiculous. Most of us just aren’t frightfully good at this. But we do have to do it. From whence came the really good writers. They had the same compulsion. They were just inadvertently better at it.

Writing isn’t actually a skill. It’s an ability to be who you are and to mock your own ideas when it seems that you should.

Grammar and spelling are irrelevant if you have got something to say that you think matters. No one else might, but who should care about that?

Me, I talk a load of old rubbish most of the time, and only hope that it amuses.

I am a Poet. But you won’t ever see any of that. It was destroyed many years ago when I was knee high to a grasshopper. And I have never recovered. No one believed that I had written it.

I do still write poetry from time to time. But only for me. Poetry is just too personal.

So what to say about Blogs? Just get in there and do it. It doesn’t matter if you bore everyone witless, so long as you have a good time doing it.

5 Responses to “A Blog.”

  1. Dayna Says:

    I figure they won’t read to the end if they don’t like it. And my posts do get pretty long.
    I write for my friends and family who I don’t see often (they’re interstate – and when you live in Australia, that’s a fair way away) but I’m not sure how many of them read all my posts or care that much.
    I write to let others know what I found, so that they don’t get to the same spot and think “No one warned us about that?!” or similar.
    But mostly I write for myself, because the day may just come when my internal hard drive will fail and I won’t remember the fantastic holidays and great walks and rides and the fun we’ve had doing everything, and if I can read my own words and see my own photos (even if a lot of them aren’t of me) then hopefully I’ll believe I really did these things I’ve done.

  2. thelastfurlong Says:

    Oh – I chuckled at your sardonic humour. It reminded me of someone I loved – Eeyore! “Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.
    “Why, what’s the matter?”
    “Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
    “Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
    “Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.”

  3. roobeedoo2 Says:

    Writing a blog is evening wear, compared to comments which is comfortable wear. I lurvvv being comfortable: no bra, no heels, no make up. That’s why I like Clicky; Clicky just wears pants 😉

  4. elenamitchell Says:

    This is so true, roobeedoo, and very well put. When writing a Blog one does at least have to try to attain coherence and some small sign of intelligence. But when replying you can say what you like even if Off Topic, and in fact have a complete conversation all to yourself about anything at all.

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