It’s day 10 of my solo Back to Blogging Challenge. Whew.
As soon as you commit to something it’s guaranteed that everything else in your life will go crazy. Sure enough, various unexpected projects and paranoias popped up and keeping to my post-a-day promise was not always easy.
It’s not helped by the fact that my interests lend themselves often to posts that are more substantial than brief. This may explain why I so often seem to have alighted upon ale as my closing topic.
So what have I learned? Most of all, that often if you just start writing you’ll discover what you want to write about. I often overthink posts, and then they don’t get started, let alone finished. The pressure to get on and bash something out demonstrated to me that you can make sense without too much agonising.
I also found I enjoyed those posts in which I drifted through the preoccupations of my day. I suspect this mode is best used sparingly, though. I have a feeling that, like dream diaries, impressionistic literary musings may be more interesting for the writer than the reader.
What now? Well, I have a dissertation and a novel to write, a PhD to prepare for, as well as various shorter projects, not to mention moneymaking preoccupations. I suspect I’ll return Inflatable Ink to a more sedate mode for a while — maybe weekly posts, as well as occasional one-off articles and reviews.
And yes. I’m going to have a beer now. London Pride, I think.
