Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
As someone who’s done more time in hospital beds than I’d like to admit, I can confirm—hospital ceilings are truly the unsung canvas of human imagination. Beholden, may your creativity paint masterpieces up there… preferably before the meds kick in and everything starts looking like abstract art. Stay strong and keep imagining!
I have been there. I even told my doctor they needed ceiling murals so I'd have something to look at and distract me as I lie helpless, my fate in the hands of the nurses.
I remember that counting ceiling tiles was an activity I engaged in to pass the time in the dentist's chair when I was a kid. it helped distract from the procedure and my dentist's menacing chairside manner.
Your muse is still by your side. Even though what you've written was perhaps small, it counts as something.
On reviewing: I also think of reviewing as a way to support the website. If I can't think of how to begin a review, or imagine what I might say, I simply start writing and then it all flows.
As others have said, there's no need to push yourself. Settle back and let us entertain you.
I’ve been thinking a lot over the last few weeks. Which explains why there have been so few blog updates lately. Although you might think that all that thinking would result in all sorts of blogworthy things to say, the truth is that most of them aren’t worth saying until a conclusion is reached. So I hold fire on that until I can see the whites of your eyes.
In the meantime, here’s a little thought I had several years ago. You might remember the ad.
Sometimes people say things I don't think they mean. Just watched an advert for a well known brand of beer by the most interesting man in the world. At the end of the ad he lifts a beer bottle so we can see the label and advises us to "stay thirsty, my friends." I'm sorry, but to me this means I should bear the thirst because this beer is really horrible.
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