This blogging thing still feels so raw. I've read so many but still feel confused about expressing my own voice. I know its redudant to always speak about the conflict between personal and public speech. So please be nice and I will try to muddle through another posting.
Do posts need titles? Do you read posts based on the title? Could I go out on a limb and be very creative with how to introduce you to a post and then go completely red herring and write about other things, like politics, religion, being a mother, being a daughter? Do I need to constrict my thoughts to art, creativity and the wonderful joy of putting random thoughts together into prose? Yeah, being a woman in my 50's doesn't mean I have all the answers. I read blogs where statements of declaration are screamed that the writer knows who they are and wants to share their belief in how we should live. If they don't have art that inspires me I am not insprired by their words. A little bit of skepticism goes a long way with me. The person who is questioning will draw me into their dialogue and make me think instead of blocking their position with stubborn refusal. Yeah, this posting is getting a little weird.
So I think I scared myself with the above and need to relax and chill which is easily done this morning with a low in the high 40's. Yes, its so easy to fall back into comfort mode and not be real with my reader. And it is so like me to say I'm not going to be personal and only be about the artist and then bang like a gong I'm writing about my inner thoughts and wonderments. But is this for the reader or the writer? If no one ever comes to this site and reads then its for me and I can try to use the freedom to dabble in perspective but that can be a diverse and often conflicting train of thoughts. Which is to say like my life every f;;;;;;ing day of the week.
Love to love ya!
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