I saw the headline: The Sound of Blogging. As if there was such a thing…but there is and it’s music to my ears This is my first stab at the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge and I want to make a decent showing. This idea made me stop and ponder a bit. I enjoy stopping and pondering. I think it is essential for a writer and me, in my long-winded way, am a writer, as most of us bloggers are.
I have mentioned a few times in the past the sound I make as I write; a rhythmic tap-tap-tap. It is how I describe what I do; it is in fact a sort of 4 finger quick-step, hunt and peck that has evolved into the tap-tap-tap. It starts slow then picks up speed and before you know it, I am going on at full clip. Not to say that my technique doesn’t need improvement. I will be the first to admit to that, but all in all it is a comforting sound.
When my family hears this tinkling of the computer keys they know that I am happy, they’ll get no trouble out of me. As long as the hot coffee flows I am content to be tap-tap-tapping the night away; writing my heart out.
I let the words flow like a melody that sings a song about hope and inspiration, compassion, kindness and how the power of love; the love of our planet and for our fellow humanscan transform the world. It is the song of life played out by a hack with a laptop and a dream that I hear in my tap tap tapping…and to me it’s the loveliest sound in the universe.
I have countless notebooks jam-packed full of ideas and subjects to write about. I have been blessed/cursed with an active imagination. So I’m sitting here thinking about what’s next, I must feel passionately about the subject at hand or the words don’t flow, it becomes strained and forced and there is no point to writing anything at all. Fortunately this rarely happens and when it does I just walk away and do something else. The time has to be right….
…and so this very afternoon I lament this to MM; He has a gift for making my complicated little life dilemmas into simple bite-sized pieces that can be easier to chew but sometimes not so easy to digest..
I remarked in passing how I felt like writing (Ha, big surprise) but that I didn’t know what about. Currently I’m in a layed-back Sunday mood although it is a Tuesday, it feels like it anyway. It is cloudy and cool and I am listening to some soft melodic guitar music. The coffee is hot and it’s black and I shouldn’t be drinking it but what the hell it’s Sunday…I mean Tuesday and life is too short…
…and so I am sitting here and I lament all this to MM.
Have I mentioned what a wise person he is? Well this wise person suggests that I should write about nothing…. At times I have foolishly resisted his advice but today I’m taking it.
This may sound a bit difficult to write about nothing but I am always up to a challenge like that. So as MM carefully crept out the door and down the hallway and I, like a dog with a bone, set out to write about my just found obsession: Nothing.
I know that MM knows I will be tapping along for a while; at least 400 or so words at a stretch. He knows I can’t help myself and that I will be distracted with this very thing: Nothing.
And as I’m tapping along MM goes and does the dishes…without my knowledge, under my very nose…he’s like that you know. (sorry ladies, he’s taken)
And so, as this wonderfully lazy day goes on with me writing and pondering the deepest philosophical mysteries about nothing. MM has the satisfaction of knowing he’s doing a good deed all the while pulling one over on me in the process…
It has been 366 days since I published my first post and joined this wonderful world of the real and the surreal: the blogosphere.
I started this blog on a lark with no real idea or theme. No organization or any kind of plan whatsoever. I was new to cyberspace and not technical in the least bit, fortunately, I can usually find some humor at my feeble attempts to do something, which can be often. I still have trouble with the simplest things and the fact that I refer to these things as “things” is a testimony to my utter and complete lack of any technical knowledge whatsoever. The road is long and strange but slowly I am learning. Now after a year I am finally able to post a link without embarrassing myself ( I hope)
On Being Fruity and Colorful
I did realise when I signed up to get a blog here at WordPress that I might be introducing myself to the strange and unusual world of cyberspace and I did have my reservations. I considered many types of avatars and had decided on a purple nebula (really) and it was not until the last-minute I decided on using my real life image. I am not one for pictures of myself. It takes some getting used to, but it’s me and it’s honest and that is what I try to adhere to.
I know what you are thinking: How honest is someone who claims to be some weird name like Strawberryindigo? It was a name I came up with for Trip Advisor and I just kept using it. If I knew then what I knew now I wouldn’t have picked something so…well, weird. In the beginning many people thought I had a food blog and kept searching my site for recipes.
But again I guess it’s me…and I like colors and fruit and so…what the hell, I could have done worse.
I feel free to write whatever I want. I feel I can expose my inner self by being somewhat anonymous. One day I may change my name, and my site. Totally scrap the whole thing and start anew, but for now, I’m doing fine just being fruity and colorful.
A Community of Creatives
What I didn’t realise when I signed up to WordPress was the rich community of bloggers that I would become a part of. It is refreshing to be around so many alive and creative people. I value each comment and every “like” I have received. It does the heart good to see many of you returning again and again. I look forward to our visits. I can imagine us as neighbors chatting over the back fence. I am getting to know many of you through your blogs and comments and I have found you all to be some truly wonderful and amazing people. I have learned so much from you. This is a fantastic little community we are creating here. I thank you for this!
Typically, I am a very shy and reserved person. In the past I’ve mostly kept my thoughts to myself. Through my writing here I feel connected to a whole world. I am coming out of the shadows and into the light…..and it feels spectacular!
The Mad Blogging Part
I started this as a sort of online diary that quickly morphed into something else…just what that is, I do not know. (If anyone has any thoughts on this please let me know because I am sort of all over the place.) I guess what I’m attempting here is to train myself to be a writer. A real writer. Not just some hack with a laptop and a dream as I perceive myself to be now. It is my life’s goal to succeed at this endeavor. I have found through trial and error that nothing makes me happier. It is the air that I breathe and it is engrained in my very essence. After many years of soul-searching; it is what I believe I am meant to do. I know this sounds grandiose and stupid and highly unlikely but I want to somehow make the world a little better because of my writing, if only in some small way…
I started this all as an experiment with the time period of one year. I wanted to see what a year of blogging would do and what I would become after all this….
…and I have found that I’m still in the act of becoming…
I will continue to blog. It’s in my blood now and I don’t want that to change. As my writing continues to evolve I will keep at it, I can’t stop anyway. Writing is essential to my existence. My plans are to eventually start submitting my work and see where that goes but I know that I still have some work to do–my journey continues.
Looking forward to day 367…
I want to let you know that I will probably never write so much about myself again in one post….I appreciate those of you who are still reading this and I commend you. Thanks. 🙂
During these hot August days and nights I have been visiting some very cool sites of some very talented and engaging bloggers. What follows is a sampling of some excellent recent blog posts that I have particularly enjoyed.
I call this ACROSS THE BLOGOVERSE
Spanning the virtual globe to bring you the finest blogging anywhere…
A Gardener’s Optimism (wordsandherbs.wordpress.com) Cathy conveys the heart and soul of a gardener in her post. Beautifully written with a flourish.
Mention the word success and certain images come to mind. Images of good-looking people with high paying jobs in powerful positions with big houses, big bank accounts and big lives.
We are taught by our Western culture that one’s whole self-worth is dependent on what we have, not on what we are. You are special and you are better than most others. One can tell this by the stuff you own, the things that you do and the places you go.
We are constantly bombarded with messages, especially by the media such as this from day one and it isn’t surprising when we develop impossibly high expectations that most of us cannot live up to. When this happens people lose confidence. They feel that they don’t measure up. Even people whom society deems as successful surprisingly also have this problem; this fear of not measuring up; of not being all that you can be.
This can cause depression. It can cause people to try to escape reality via denial and self-destructive behavior. Sometimes this dissatisfaction turns outward in anger toward the very society that sets the bar so very high.
The American dream is yoursfor the taking and all that. What happens if this dream doesn’t pan out or even becomes a nightmare; not all of us can win this rat race we have set up. This sort of set up requires losers and an awful lot of losers to support the winners. No one wants to be on the bottom and will avoid even the appearance of THAT at all costs. We are taught that it means we are defective. We are worthless. Worth less than someone else. We seek approval from each other and from ourselves on a constant basis. It’s human nature. Our society views those on the bottom of the economic ladder in a bad light.
Poverty is seen as some sort of disease that one catches by the act of laziness. It is such an anathema that people have this urge to keep assuring themselves, their peers and society that they themselves are not infected by this awful disease. Many will go into debt to prove this point. It takes a wad of cash to keep up with the Joneses. Little do we realise that in our quest to keep up with the Joneses, the Joneses are struggling to keep up with us.
We are a shopping culture and in all honesty if we all decided to stop buying if only for a day it would send our global economy into a tailspin. It’s quite a sticky situation we have gotten ourselves into. All this wanton greed and fervid consumerism. It’s taking its toll on the environment. It has a mind of its own…it’s a monster of our own creation and it could spell our undoing.
We in the West are starting to see the errors of the past creep back up and bite us. We still continue on with our ways like there is no tomorrow and we criticize other countries, especially third world countries who are just trying to catch up to us…who doesn’t want a big middle class, who doesn’t want prosperity for all? In the past other countries have looked to The United States as an example of what to strive for. It is we who have set the bar so damn high and it is we who complain when somebody can play our game better than us…and they are….and as time goes by more and more of us will be on the bottom.
There is only so much land, water, natural resources and there are more and more people everyday. This strikes me as dangerously unsustainable. Something’s got to give and it is starting to.
I think many of us may need to rethink some of these notions that have been sold to us…maybe reconsider just what being successful really means. Does a measure of a man or woman depend on the content of one’s pocketbook or the content of one’s character?
I also believe we should reconsider our idea of happiness…Is happiness mean having stuff? Or is happiness a certain satisfaction with life and oneself. Knowing that life has its ups and downs and riding those with grace, compassion and hopefully a bit of humor. Happiness does not have to be exclusive. True happiness is inclusive. It is something to be shared. Happiness is an attitude. We decide to be happy and having more stuff than everyone else around you doesn’t do it in the end.
In the end it is those intangibles as love, friendship and respect that really matter. It is fulfilling a dream. It is striving to be better, not better than anyone else but better than your previous self. It is the satisfaction of doing the right thing and the giving of yourself to others. That is success.
I am reminded of a quote:
“Having given all he has to others, he is richer still.”
“There is something really mysterious about lions. They could rip you apart if they wanted to, but at the same time they look so cuddly. Can you imagine what humans look like to animals? They must think we’re so weird.” Lee Ryan
“The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.”