Ok – I’ll admit it. I have been having a hard time getting back into my blog. For some reason – and this is really silly – I feel I must clarify that this is not because of anything you, dear reader, have done. The issue is my own, not lagging numbers or lacking commentaries on my posts.
If I don’t write for a little while, the blank page takes over and begins to creep into my brain. I freeze up and forget that ideas are everywhere and that the fun is in the Narnia factor: capturing the language so that it paints a picture for people, or moves them, or takes them into a dimension they never imagined they might know. I stare at the computer screen and think about boring things, things no one would be interested in reading about (like, who are all the people after whom roads in Georgia are named? Are any of them connected? Could I write a book on them? These thoughts go on for five minutes or more before I come to the stunning realization that I may be capable of forming some of the world’s worst book ideas). Then, I imagine that the space where my brain should be is actually made up of a vast, dark, miasma of nothingness. I convince myself that the things I think about are completely insignificant, and therefore unworthy of being written down.
But, now that I’ve started a blog, everything is different. I am forced out of the nothingness and onto the page by Web-instituted boot camp. My blog is out there, waiting. The longer I stay away, the worse my writing will be. The more I procrastinate, the more ridiculous the ideas will get. So, I’m back, promising myself to be more consistent, if only for the good of the exercise.
In closing, a quote that defies the nothingness spiral:
“We say we waste time, but that is impossible. We waste ourselves.” ~ Alice Bloch