As I sit down to write my blog, which is due today, I have no idea what I want to write or even what I can write. I have no topics which I think would be clever, entertaining and interesting for a reader. I have been thinking about and dreading this day for a month. You see, I am not a blogger. Don’t get me wrong, I do go online and read articles, but follow a blog? It’s something I don’t do.
I tend to be a private person. I play my cards close to my vest, as the old saying goes. I also mind my own business. One of my old friends loves to listen to and then spread the current gossip. He is always calling or writing and saying, “Have you heard the latest about (fill in the name of someone in the community) and my normal response is “No, and I don’t care to either”. It’s just how I am, and it leaves me in a dilemma as I try to develop a topic.
You see, blogging is not my style of writing. I consider myself more of a storyteller than a writer. Similar to what one world-famous author says, I don’t tell my characters what to do. I follow them around during interesting times and write down what they do and say and describe the surrounding landscape, since the reader doesn’t have access to the “movie” in my head. This is a long way from writing a blog.
Another thing, I reside in the woods surrounded by a wildlife preserve which is surrounded by rural land. My office where I work and write is in my barn loft. Nothing exciting happens around here. I often spend my weekends working in my workshop or riding/training my horse. Who would want to hear about that? (I shake my head in despair.)
As I think about other topics, some possibilities come to mind. An email I sent a year ago when the woodlands beside me caught fire and it moved quickly toward my wooden barn and the loft in which I do most of my work and writing. Maybe, my trip to the French Quarter in New Orleans in November, complete with photos. But, I couldn’t find an angle to make it interesting. Just writing about getting up in the morning around nine and walking down to the market square for coffee and beignet, followed by wandering around listening to the street performers until I found one I wanted to sit and listen to, or sitting on a bench beside the river to watch the ships as the haunting sounds of a saxophone drifted in on the breeze. How do you make something like that interesting? I don’t know, so I just decided to relay my problem to you and hope you understand that I don’t know how to write a blog.
H.V. Purvis author of Extinction, published by Secondwind Publishing Co.