Sunday, December 12, 2010

Writing for the sake of writing.

It has been quite some time since I put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard as the case may be) and shared some intimate or not so intimate thoughts with cyber space and all you stalkers out there. I know there are loads, what with my five followers and all. Whilst it may be 12.39 am on a Monday morning, I feel it is an appropriate time to reignite the flame within my heart that is writing.

I spent some time reading a friend's blog tonight and realised how much I really do enjoy learning about people and knowing the relevant and irrelevant details of their lives. This blog showed me the person in a whole new light and it was quite enjoyable to learn about their thought processes and opinions through the written medium. I am aware that this can be achieved through facebook, and don't get me wrong, I am as voyeuristic as the next person, but there is something about a written piece of work that really warms my heart. People write from the heart and divulge information that may otherwise remain unknown. Words are powerful tools.

Studying English teaching, I do a fair bit of writing at uni. However, this writing is normally not welcome, nor interesting. I love the idea of writing for the sake of writing, and learning through that practice. It is for this reason, that I am going to challenge myself to regularly put pen to paper/fingers to keyboard and write my little heart out.

Considering I am currently a lady of leisure (hence writing a blog post at 12.39am on a Monday morning) I am hoping that this will actually occur. If not, feel free to berate me at regular intervals. I am going to take the liberty of appointing Jenny Allison to keep me accountable. Hopefully you will be blessed with hearing of all my wild escapades and adventures over the summer. None of these are yet planned so I may not have much to write about, but I'm sure I will be able to create a masterpiece or two. Interesting? Quite possibly not. Writing for the sake of writing? Yes. Even if it is just a written version of the verbal diarrhoea that so frequently graces the conversations I participate in.