Before me lies the white page, fresh, clean and devoid of writing. Then a thought appears, as if by magic. ‘What will I write about?’ And the thought tosses and jumbles words wondering how to translate an idea to the page with ease and eloquence. A further thought questions the intention of the first thought, ‘How will you engage the reader? ‘ The mood is upon me to write something but kick-starting the process is taking a little time. Often the hardest bit is making a start, a start to write. I notice something strange happening - the questions are enabling my fingers to tap rhythmically on the keyboard. Perhaps that’s part of the answer – to allow fingers to tap rhythmically. When this happens I am pleased to see the words unfold before me. Do they make sense? Do they tell a story about the hesitant writer, the writer who is anxious about having nothing to write? As I continue to tap on the keyboard, I see the words appear. I write, simply write and my mind wanders to the next question – ‘Write, yes but what about?’
- I could tell you about my week but how much of that would be of interest to read?
- I could share my days at school; great learning from small children and their entertaining take on life, school and home. I think that we don’t laugh often enough. What would happen if we did?
- I could mention something about sharing a Christmas meal with friends. There is much laughter away from the busyness of the day and the constant demands from people, big and small. Why don’t we do this more often?
- I could mention my annoyance about my 95-year-old friend who had to wait four hours for an ambulance to take him home from hospital or my smile when he texted me that he had arrived home safe and well. My offer of a lift was not needed after all. I am mindful not to hamper his independence, as that remains a high priority for him. Don’t you love 95 year olds who text?
- I could share the wonder and magic of not one but two trips to my local Centre for the Arts to be entertained inspired and uplifted this week. Is it possible to change the world just by being kind? One such question was excellently scripted and written by Bernadette and Gareth in ‘366 Days of Kindness’. What can I do to change the world?
And lo and behold, the page has filled before me with words and writing. There is no expectation on my part that this piece of writing might win an award. The chances are that it may not be read by anyone in the blogging space, and that doesn’t matter either. However, what does matter is that my writing has shimmied up the fence of obstruction, knocked it over and allowed the words to flow freely once again. For me, today that’s okay. Happy writing.