Writing coarse...

I’ve just signed up for Tim of Bringing up Charlie's creative writing course and am as nervous as anything. The super organised Dara has put us into support groups and I’ve just had my first e-mail for the lovely Cara of Freckles Family…. And well, there is no turning back!

Although I have been writing for the best part of twenty years (yup that long and I am still not famous), I have never written creatively as such only about factual things, such as property and finance and lorries. Obviously I have blogged but I don’t really count that as I am sure many of us don’t, possibly because we enjoy it so much, I mean, well, that’s why I do it and everything else, that’s a bonus isn’t it?

But it was about blogs and how they are written that I want to focus on. Some are quite breathtaking in their written beauty for the sheer eloquence of their authors, the imagination, the humour, the immediate way you are taken by the hand through everyday lives engaged, enraptured and eager for more.

The honesty with which the writers describe, well just about everything, and, I suppose as I trawl the blogosphere getting braver and braver each time, the sheer exuberance of it all…

And then there’s me and my little effort. I like my effort even if it is a bit rough on the edges and not always quite there. It flits and flops about, sometimes up and sometimes down and although I know I shouldn’t compare, I do.

I will come across a blog or a post that I find truly amazing and I will dither about saying how much I liked it or else I will feel uncomfortable about leaving a comment because the writer is just so talented. Eventually I do of course  say hi or drop a note and then wait with bated breath for the ping on my computer telling me I have mail and I shoot to look at it when I should be doing other things just to check to see if they have answered.

Then there is the utter panic that they may drop a line and comment on one of my offerings and that’s when I come over all idiotic, and shy and silly and bleurgh. It’s pathetic really but I get such a thrill and me over 40! Sometimes I feel sick with apprehension and refuse to look, other times after a post has gone up I immediately with draw it then I put it back up again and try to remember that I am really trying to write aides memoir for myself; about my life so that when I am old and grumpier than I am now and no one wants to talk to me, my children and grandchildren will read my offerings and know that I did think them wonderful and worthwhile after all and perhaps they will forgive me.

The list of blogs I enjoy, admire and have fun reading are on my blog roll, I try to keep up with them all. The only problem is I keep finding so many new ones I fear that this could become a full time job!