What I thought might go into a blog post this weekend:
My best time, these days, is at night, meal cooked and eaten, washing up done or not, television programmes watched – those few that I currently do –
And I go upstairs to my room where my computer is – I use the computer all day, on and off – but I finish off there – tired by this time though it is early, write something by hand, play a computer game if I have one for my 3DS – which I do at the moment – still well-stuck in Pokemon after wondering for months – years – what people saw in it.
This is too general, not specific enough about my self, but it is what I can do at the moment, and I write myself out, like wringing out a wet cloth –
But what I like most about being upstairs in my room at this time, is that my door is shut. It is unlikely that I shall be disturbed now. I am alone and anyone I might or might not live with maintain shadowy existences. I go to bed early, these days, get up early. Not by design so much as necessity.
Not much detail here – not much telling.
This is where the proposed blog post ended.
It was as I say in the ‘post’ (‘post’ because it isn’t going to be one – not as it is)…the post ends up pretty much a nothing – it just gives what I do, usually. It gives something of myself, but not much really interesting.
What I also thought I might put into a blog post:
I can write about my neighbour now that he has died, but I can’t give him his own name – I’ll call him Hugh.
With the new name, he is already removed from himself – but I have a link; I knew someone else of the same name who went to a school that was called ‘Hugh’ in a strange way.
Hugh had a wife, but she is out of my sphere now, so I can write about her, also, and his daughters and son and grandchildren, if I wanted to – soon, when the house is sold, I’ll see none of them again, or only by chance. They will be gone from me, and so I could allow them to become whoever I wanted – no longer themselves.
Here ended the proposed blog post.
What was wrong with it – nothing, really – it would be a way of giving writing method – what you could do – how you could work this thing. But, I got that far, and thought I should actually do that fiction instead of writing about doing it.
But I find doing fiction from that sort of approach hard work – and it doesn’t turn out as well as if I let myself take a freer line.
It would be taking as characters people you know, indicating where things might be difficult with doing that – will they know themselves if they read the fictional word? And how to get around some of those problems – wait until they die, wait until they move away.
Actually – I could still give that above (the last one) as a blog post. I think some people would appreciate what I give there, even though it isn’t much – it would help some people direct their thoughts in a new way. The proposed blog post is not entirely without merit – it could be put in if I didn’t know what else to put – but I’d put all this paraphernalia with it – might just do that. It is the sort of thing that I would do instinctively.
Proposed blog post – do it – this last one – leave it at this point. Don’t give this last piece of ‘stage directions’.