Goosey Goosey Gander

I think I have hit a creative slump. I don’t know if its because I am exhausted from working, and travelling to work, and travelling home, and cleaning up, and making tea, and reading books, and trying to be social by calling my friends so they don’t think I have abandoned them..

I don’t know. I don’t know.

Third week at work this week, and I spent the day working on a few editing assignments, reading up on my training program, and when I had completed that, I had nothing to do… So I planned my blog.

I never really had a plan for this blog, you see. I decided to write one day, at the end of 2013, never thinking this would last because none of my other blogs lasted. Last it did, however, and I am proud to say I have been blogging for nigh on four years!

In light of that, I have decided to no longer blog when the whim takes me, but to adhere to a somewhat lose schedule, which will enforce my creative processes and demand some content out of my fingers.

I figure I ought to be resourceful, and all that, and just because I now have a job, doesn’t mean I ought to let my own goals and aspirations fall into the ditches.

Real grimy those ditches are, I’ll tell you that. I had an old gentleman wade out the other day, positively shaken. He’d been accidentally thrown in there by the lady next door, she had no use for him. She claimed he wouldn’t say his prayers, and he told me the most harrowing story of how she grabbed him by the left leg, threw him down the stairs and then rolled him into a ditch! That was no accident, I assure you. The poor old fellow was convinced it was, however, so I gave him a goose to calm his ruffled feathers and sent him on his way.

I digress.

The plan for this blog is to blog the things I usually blog, but with a little more structure and, well, consistency, I suppose. So everyday for a fortnight I will blog (except for weekends, of course, weekends are for family and books and gardening and delicious homemade things made by my younger brother and my younger sister-in-law – last weekend it was apple crumble made by the brother and caramel brownies made by the sister-in-law – yum!), and each blogging day will cover certain themes and topics. For example, Wednesdays are supposed to be ‘flash fiction’ days, but because my creativity is hanging out to dry, I have decided to turn it into a ‘wherever-the-whim-takes-me’ day.

Charles Dickens was said to be paid by the word, but I am not. However, I pay the word with my eyesight, and use it I shall. Did you know my poor eyesight, according to my mother, is because of hours of reading in the dark after she turned off the lights? Streetlamps outside the window are certainly enough light when you need to know if Mr Rochester really is a cockroach or not.

How are you doing this week? Do you have a blogging schedule, or do you blog as and when the whim takes you? Also, why do you blog?

Bloggery.

Well it appears I have created yet another blog. This one was actually created, not because I am on the threshold of what they call the grasp of the interwebs, but because I came across a delightfully long and remarkably enjoyable review of a book called Shatter Me, by a lady named Tahereh Mafi.

Now after reading this book I suffered an inexplicable tumult of pure agony as I tried to describe to my very patient cousin the exact thoughts which I accommodated whilst reading that particular novel. It would be an understatement to say that I felt frustrated. Mafi seemed to me like an excellent writer with talent for far far better than the impoverished ruin that was Shatter Me.

I felt as though whatever talent she did have was blocked behind a huge boulder that was, I have to say, her own ego. I felt as though her own valuation of her work was setting her back by leagues and leagues and I don’t know how to put it any other way, being terribly limited by way of relevant vocabulary, but I found her to be obnoxiously mundane in her attempts at brilliant writing.

However what I really wanted to say was that I was induced to join this bloggery because a member of this honourable site had taken up her (or his) time to write a magnificent review which mirrored ALL the things I thought about Shatter Me so precisely, that frankly I could not have said them better had my mind been able to speak the things it had thought!

It was somebody called ‘dilatory bibliophile‘ or something on those lines, and let me just say, folks, as how I was completely enthralled by her (or his) review and frankly, I can not wait to read more of those!

So, just to ensure that I would get access to such delightfully satisfying composition, I decided that I would make an account on here and follow the person in question, and then through him (or her), I could possibly find more delumptious literature written by both celebrated authors as well as members of the internet community with ‘diamonds at their fingertips’, as it were.

And so, here I am.