Well, here we are, a full week in! So, what have we learned about blogs? They're compulsive, allow you to talk about whatever you want, and get it heard, anytime, anywhere. They're obsessive: it almost becomes a daily ritual to get up and scribble down something 'for the blog,' and it gives you space to squiggle down any meandering thoughts that go through your head.
Nothing beats that initial flash of inspiration. That convinced, confident burst of wanting to write that assures you you're writing the right thing, and that you're making a small mark on the world by doing so. I think the only thing that comes close is when you're in a bookshop and you spot a book that you MUST have. The book you've been looking for. The book that hooks you from page one, and holds on so much that you're six pages in and have unmercifully bent the spine back in a kind of passionate yoga before it dawns on you; you have to buy it first.
Such feelings are a blessing, a moment of light in the greyness of life, up there with finding a £20 note stuck under the wheel of a car in the street, coming home to the one you love and having the night only for each other, Christmas dinner with the family, a rare day out: it's rare, it's special: and because it's special, it's sometimes what makes life just that little bit better for writers.
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