Yes ‘fraid so it is I again…with my obsession to write.

Yes it is me again …

I wonder how many of you get that notification that I have posted yet again (maybe I should get a job delivering mail?) and shudder.

If you have followed me and are over my ‘ramblings’ and have completely tuned out, switched off , un-followed or simply delete the email notification you receive from ramblings or you couldn’t be bothered reading I forgive you.

I understand you and I bare no grudges 🙂 for I do post a lot I am a prattler  – “talk at length in a foolish or inconsequential way”.

Some times my posts are informative (rare I know) sometimes they are lyrical, sometimes they are poetical and sometimes they are just well nonsense.

But come to think about it, if you have tuned out or struck me off your list you wouldn’t be receiving a notification of this post anyway, so eck I’m not disturbing your peace at all.

I honestly could write all day and night (I’m sure there’s medication for RSI). I cold prattle on forever. What obsesses me to do so? Whether it’s writing a Novel or a Post…it still remains the same an OBSESSION.

I now repost 10 reasons which I found on cassandrajade.wordpress.com site. I hope she doesn’t mind me using it and I thank her, for I find what she has written so very true.

1. You start re-reading every sentence that you write and then start re-writing every sentence, convinced that you are ‘improving’ them. I know when it’s time to stop when I have just written the same sentence ten times and I no longer even believe it to be written in English.

2. Your partner/best friend/child sends you an instant message asking if you will be eating breakfast/lunch/dinner.

3. You start arguing with your characters out loud: “No, you fool. You have to go…”

4. You have any kind of repetitive strain problem (wrist, arm, finger, neck, eyes).   Hence my medication comment.

5. You get home from your day job and your computer is turned on before you have put your bag down, taken your shoes off, fed your pets, or spoken to your children.

6. When you have told your friend/partner/child you will be ready to leave just after finishing one more sentence you write another couple of pages and forget you were meant to be finishing until they unplug the computer at the wall.

7. In your bag you have at least three notebooks and five pens, as well as a pencil in case all of you pens cease working on the same day.

8. Every single thing you read or watch is critiqued in terms of character, plot and setting.

9. When you meet someone for the first time you repeat their name, not to help you remember them but so that you can someday use that name in a story.

10. In conversation you directly reference events and characters you have been writing about (even though nobody else has read it yet).

So I post away day to day if I need to (yes I need to) I’m convincing myself it’s not a form of OCD.

Also I would like to mention October 24th I did a post about having 1,816 people read my ramblings, as of tonight I have had 3,022…Yes I am delighted, thrilled and feel very appreciative to all of you who continue reading.

Whoever would of thunk it!!!!

 

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10 days and no posts..life has not come to an end

I realised that yes it has been 10 days since I last ‘posted’.

I don’t have a fan club of avid followers like some of my fellow Blog Stars, nor several hundred that hit the ‘like’ button, and I wonder at times why did I start blogging? 

Did I start because I wanted the attention for my literary snippets?  Or did I simply want the  ‘like’ button hit?

I must admit when I received the first notification that someone had actually read my post I got the tingles. What? You mean someone actually sat at their computer/IPad/Laptop and read something that I had written? Someone whom I had not set eyes upon, had actually done this?

Of course after that, the posts came thick and fast -there must be others out there that would enjoy what I do (almost hyperventilating).

I ask myself though do mine have any significance? Should I have beautiful photos attached? Should it be written about quests that I have accomplished or those that are yet to be? What constitutes a worthwhile blog?  

I haven’t ‘posted’ for 10 days because I’m in the throes of writing a novel, and it’s a juggling act with coming home tired from working every day, to either ‘veg’ out, write a post, do my on line course, or continue my novel. Most nights I’m to tired to do anything. Sadly that leaves the week-end, but then there is OMG  social activities with friends and family or mundane activities such as housework that gets in the way!

But never fear people who have  previously ‘liked’ me before,  I hope  in the not too distant future you shall be able to hit that ‘like’ button once more ….when I find the energy.

**My Memoir – The Empty Nest A Mother’s Hidden Grief is now available through Amazon and Lulu (J M Kadane)**

 

Writing Maniac

Can it truly be?

I purchased some journals to start a day by day diary, then I started blogging. Now I’m in the throes of writing a novel.

Is there such a thing as being an over-writer (term non existent I know) bare with me.

I don’t feel right unless I write.. yes I know that’s not funny. It’s such an over whelming feeling though, one that keeps me from nestling into slumber for 8 hours a night. One that wakes me at 3am with rampant thoughts and ideas running through my little head of “Does that sound right, should I use another word, is that even feasible?”

Sad but true fellow bloggers the urge to (clatter on a keyboard) as opposed to pen to paper is daunting.

Not to mention settling down to said keyboard full of thoughts and notions only to get ‘stuck’. Yes ladies and gentlemen, the famous writers block. 

It’s akin to your mind having a stutter the words want to come out but for some unknown reason they simply can’t.

You walk away, you recompose yourself, you inhale and exhale several times, to no avail. Why won’t the words come out you chastise yourself. They were there a minute ago. Frustration envelopes and you say tomorrow… I’ll try again tomorrow.

 

**My Memoir – The Empty Nest A Mother’s Hidden Grief is now available through Amazon and Lulu (J M Kadane)**