Slice of Blogging

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’.

 

 

 

 

 

5 thoughts on “Slice of Blogging

  1. Love the feel of this post. As a letter to a friend, advice to a novice writer and the beginnings of what hopefully is a book, short story or plain relief you did what you needed to do, whatever that is at the end of everyday. For you.

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    1. Thanks, Jeanne. This is literally what it says it is – thoughts as to what could be done, the worth of something, mundane details of what I do (though not so mundane for me), what I feel I can give and what I feel I can’t – and thinking about my neighbour. It’s tongue-in-cheek, but serious too. And it’s giving the finished thing, or not – where does a piece of writing end – do you include the notes you made with it – do you leave those out – polish the whole thing up?

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      1. I like your style of writing. It is natural and exploratory, your unique voice. I wonder if you write from a first person perspective and keep those thoughts and weave them through out the story. J

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  2. By the way – these ideas – what counts as the ‘real’ writing – do you include notes, do you include what is in the margins of the paper, do you include the shopping list left between the pages? I can’t remember which philosophy this is from – might be Nietzsche – not all my own ideas – did ‘History of Ideas’ at university – I had no idea what it was – liked the idea of it – turned out it was the history of philosophy – which is ideas – one guy who taught us – gave us more of the philosophy than the history that you could use with it – eg, Nietzsche was born…[I have no idea]…at the time, this was happening, therefore, it must have had an influence on him…and this is why he came up with… – that’s the history, basically. But this tutor gave us less of that and more of thinking about the ideas themselves, and what they meant. Or might mean. In doing essays, I had to make notes of where I got everything from, and footnote it, and do the bibliography. I’m using those ideas now – more than I was before – know them better now – but I can’t remember where I got at least some of them from – I’ve taken them in, and they are now mine, in a way – but it gets my conscience not to say, at least once – hey, I didn’t think of all this myself.
    However, I do write instinctively – write something, post it, have no idea of the possible full implications of it until after it’s there – on the digital page. Then I start thinking – oh yes – that’s there – didn’t realise I was saying that…

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  3. The second comment there from me – thought of it not long after I’d replied to your first comment. Yes – I think writing from a first person perspective comes more naturally to me. I’ve tried writing stories – third person – struggling with this thought – even when I did write stories in third person – I eventually realised that all the characters, even the ones I didn’t like much, were all me. I’m not giving up on the idea of writing from the third person, but – I don’t know – my most vital writing (if you could call it that) comes from the first person perspective. I do have a group of characters – named – who I do know are me – I may be able to do something with them at some time.
    If I wrote about ‘Hugh’ – it would still be aspects of him who are there in myself, I suspect.

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