It finally got to me. I oft wondered why did writers quit on their craft. You get a good blog that resonates with you and one day they stop posting, it becomes one week, one month, one year then a blog that you used to know. I get tempted to reread the old posts and probably imagine what they could have written, what they should have written and why they can no longer write.
I got a new follower this month and I wondered oh my… I’m in a rut, content has not been coming to me much as I will myself to write. I am all about the dimples, the migraines and the aahs, they have all been there but not provoking enough to write about or too profound to be shared. I am still finding my voice here. Filtering between what should go in the journal, what is better said on the blog and what pieces should not be on paper trail yet.
The writer’s bug, its what caught me when I started the blog. Full of enthusiasm, full of life, full of stories to be shared; then, everything happening was a noteworthy piece. The writer’s block is what caught me now. What eventually happens to all the writers who stopped writing, nothing is good enough to be on paper. We start, 19 drafts sit on my page but drafts is all they are.
Today, P!nk’s album all I know so far came out. I like how she reinvented the old and two very unconventional pieces. Its an album of her old songs recorded live. There’s a start where she forgets the lyrics, and another where she hits the wrong pitch. I like how she apologizes to the pianist Jason because they have to go over it again. Like musicians do covers for songs written by other artists is there an equivalent for writers? I have come across a title done by two of my friends who have never crossed paths, writing about the same thing, in the same demographic but in completely different and somehow similar way. This reminds me of the take away essays we did for continuous assessments where each person was working on the same title but we came up with somehow different yet similar pieces.
From Pink’s album, I wanted to reinvent myself, give my old pieces a new voice, what probably all writers who have gone mute should do. Maybe I should do a cover of someone else’s piece; is that what we writers call a review… I don’t think we have a word for it yet or if we do I haven’t come across it because a review is closer to a trailer in the film world.
Just wanted you to hang in there, sooner or later the writing gods will visit me with content I will be happy to share. In the meantime, you could play P!nk’s album as I will. If you read, Oprah’s all I know for sure is the literary form of P!nk’s Album.
love and light
Dimples Migraines and Aahs 