Writing about writing.

Well I suppose if I'm going to try and make this blog anything but a one hit wonder I should probably try and post at least once a week. I've actually been struggling quite a lot with what my next topic should be on. Before I started writing I thought of about 100 different things I could write about and since I wrote my first post on the shortcomings of eBay it has become apparent that I have used all my annual words up and now have permanent writer's block.

I don't want to bore you guys by going into depth about me or what I've been doing because it's boring to other people, unless they value it or it enriches them then they really don't care. (Unless they are your friends and then they have to care, or at least pretend).

So my amazing master plan this week is to write about... writing!, imaginative eh? But I thought, what is a common interest of people on blogger? (For my Facebook friends that I have forced to come and read this, it's the website through which this blog is posted on) and the only common denominator that jumped out at me was the written word.

I personally, am at my most thoughtful when I'm walking my dogs. I know most people's imaginative juices often flow when they are in the shower or lying in bed at night, when there are more important activities to be doing like actually sleeping or keeping up with personal hygiene. For me though, it's when I'm walking through the woods by my house with my two adorable pooches and I have over an hour to kill, my mind often starts to wonder.

As I'm writing this into the notes of my iPhone I am watching my chocolate Labrador, who much resembles a walrus, wallow in what I can only describe as a cesspool, and my lurcher bound around in the tall grass like a baby deer. I don't know what it is about walking that makes me feel as though I have to put my thoughts into the world to be scrutinised. I suppose I've always been a bit of a country bumpkin, feeling happiest when I'm out and about surrounded by the tranquillity of nature and when I'm happiest is when I feel the urge to write. A lot of people write when they have pent up emotions that they don't know how to deal with, it seems to be a form of release for some people, for others it's an avenue to channel their positive energies. For me I feel writing is the latter. I've always enjoyed the written word, at a young age I excelled at literacy and spelling. As I've grown older I have certainly picked up some bad habits but my interest has not wavered.

I have learned that it's not grammar or punctuation that's important, no matter what academics or teachers tell you, it's the content of the message. If a piece touches you, as for example John Green's work (my favourite author) touches me, I'm sure you don't care about the sentence structure or whether the apostrophe goes before or after the 's'. If someone can write something that effects you on a different level; that really speaks to you, changes your view or opinion on something or even just makes you sit back and think, then to me that's all that matters. Something doesn't have to be perfectly written to be enjoyed, it just has to be legible.

Not only do I enjoy the written word but a couple years ago I was introduced to a clip on Youtube of the spoken word which has remained to be my favourite piece to date, It really did and carries on to touch and inspire me to this day. I will leave a clip below (as well as a few pictures from today's walk), Let me know what you think :-)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnKZ4pdSU-s

Till next time,
Beth x