I am sitting in my comfortable white couch with my laptop, staring at the blank page in front of me. This is the fourth time I have started writing today, but so far without any result. I know a little about writer’s block and my experience tells me to stick with writing without trying to force the issue or in other words, writing what is in my fingers instead of in my head.
Admittedly, I am one of the many, many bookish people, who dreams and fantasizes about writing a novel. I would camp out at my local public library to see a book I had written share the shelves with so many other books. I would also give every lender of the book a standing ovation.
The fact of the matter is that I don’t write much. Life, work, single motherhood, and laundry gets in the way. So I don’t have a book manuscript in a drawer. I have a load of good ideas and even some that I have explored a bit, but I don’t even have a first draft. I still aspire to write – daily. I wake in the morning, contemplating a scene. I talk aloud to myself on my way to work and back, making up dialogue. I stare at the page on the screen, wanting to write a blog post, a short story, work on this idea, and coming up with two more at night, when my son has fallen asleep to the hum of the dryer.
Blogging is the writing I get to do – and I love it! I relish the opportunity to put my thoughts “on paper” and sending them out into the blogosphere. Blogging about books combines two of my favorite past times – reading and writing. I appreciate the blogging community and you, dear reader.