There is something intensely pleasurable to me about placing words on a page. I regularly thank my lucky stars that people actually pay me to do something I love to do anyway. I enjoy my little blog, because it is a place where I can scribble down stuff and not worry about who reads it. At the moment I’m on holiday, and while most normal people would put aside the day job, I just carry on splashing out words onto the page. To put it simply: I find it fun. One of things I especially love about writing a blog is how I can play around with the shape of the sentences on the page. Most normal people probably don’t worry about stuff like that, but to me a lone ‘I’ on the end of a line just looks wrong. (I put two in this paragraph, so you can see if it has that effect on you too.)
There is a strange tension in writing: you write for yourself, and for other people, at the same time. You must go inside yourself, and write what you want to say, but in a way that other people will want to hear. (I like to imagine it as whispering into my reader’s ear … ) It’s very hard to describe until you get the hang of it, but it’s a bit like simultaneously caring deeply what people think about your writing, but at the same time not caring at all. In other words: my ideas might or might not make sense to you, but I’m not writing this for persuasion, I’m writing it for pleasure. #happyholidays 🙂
And I always enjoy what you write, Sue.
Have a lovely holiday yourself.
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