Still Learning

Haven’t updated before now, obviously. Not for having nothing to post. Got the projects going well enuf…maybe too many, all at once…my own fault that. No, haven’t posted because I hadn’t a clue how to post it. Might’ve noticed I’d resorted to listing fave books, movies, games – cutesy, empty…whatever. Better, then, simply to stop.

I’m so new at this bloggin’, and clumsy, clueless…however am reading blogs that feel right …some of them, writers’ blogs. They’re the thing I’m interested in.

Point is: Figured out some basic, obvious truths about author blogs – the blogs posted up by writers either professional, paying the bills and feeding themselves on the sales of their words, or those near enough there.

When either Pro is between projects, perhaps taking a deserved break after sweating out four hundred pages, or say exploring the next buncha ideas, that blog sees constant, usually fascinating updatings – “Outlined first 3 chapters last night…" – “Neighour X, who I hate, will make the ABSOLUTE BEST villain – Here’s why…” – and so on.

But. Inevitably comes the day the blogs go silent. The glimpses inside his or her writing process stop. Perhaps a terse posting – “Will be busy the next 6 mos”. Naturally – when actual writing needs doing, all the talk about writing should stop.

Yes. So. A dawning. The Pro’s scribble over their blogs – use the thing as a mental notepad – as should I.

And if a mess…what of it? I’m working out details. Valid use of any blog. And not the What I Had for Breakie kinda empty thing I’ve sworn never to do and dreaded this becoming.

Of course – use it for working out the next thing I’m thinking about. And…this something I want lighter than a complaint letter, tho that exactly what it’ll be, in fiction form – me griping about my hellish commute…which will perhaps set off chuckles in folks facing truly hellish commutes.

Less than 3 miles each way…and I had, ‘til recently, preferred my…velocipede.