Once my Mother suggested I write a newsletter and I replied “But what would I write about? to which she shot back “Since when did you lack for something to say?”.
She was right of course.
But I come to today’s writing and find I don’t have anything I want to say.
I have the reassurance however that no one reads my blog, so why worry? Except, I love to write, no wait, it is beyond that, I have to write.
It is a compelling force that never lets me alone. I write about anything and everything all the time, or the same thing over and over.
It took me months to shred all the angst filled journals I used to fill with ink, and I have filing cabinets overflowing with stories I’ve written in long hand. Yes, I write everything in longhand, just like my Dad. And just like him I have my favourite utensils; his was a mechanical pencil on foolscap, mine a black pen on ruled paper pad, affixed to a clipboard uncomfortably balanced on my lap.
I do not enjoy the ease of typing on a computer, which I totally do not understand since I love typing on my typewriter.
As a youngster I typed out my imaginations on a gigantic Underwood, it was magic with its long stemmed jamming keys. It would be fabulous to have that back! I evolved to portables and then electric, until they stopped making typewriters. I found my stories sounded different when done on a typewriter. Pen in hand became my preferred choice when computers arrived. I write them out, then put them on my laptop. However, I must confess, last year I purchased an electric Smith Corona for $15 at a Thrift Shop and have been happily pounding out a story ever since!
So why write a blog? Indeed, especially one like this with no point? Well, it is something I’ve wanted to do since my Underwood days. Have my own column in a magazine. I had a lot of topics to discuss then. But today I’m not so opinionated. Now I have my own spot in the internet universe. I have little idea why such a thing is so compelling, and I’d prefer not to understand actually.
I started off with something in mind, and that was my retirement but I see this blog is evolving, and leading me somewhere. I don’t much care where. I suppose once I am at my where someone will read it.
It is not important. What seems to matter is I delight in doing something that is totally my own once a week.
Maybe next week I’ll have something to say.