I do think the decreasing of my blogging coincides with my uptake of Twitter. I used to actually blog about the minutiae that I tweet about now…so I guess I didn’t stop saying things, I just changed the channel I chose to communicate with (that was quite deft alliteration there, did you notice that?).
But as a result my writing is now in little drips rather than torrents of words.
I have said it before, too, but my embracing of technology has also led to a decline in my writing generally. I used to carry around notebooks and pens everywhere and take any opportunity to write about ideas, things around me, people who looked interesting on the bus, that sort of thing. Lachy suggested I try and record similar thoughts as I drive, but it’s kind of harder to get into the right creative mode while being assaulted on all sides by Sydney traffic. Unless I wanted to write about Sydney traffic. Which I don’t, really.
Though I did have an idea for a book the other day while I was getting a haircut. And I made some notes and still haven’t completely gone off the idea, so I should nurture that little seed. There is also the series on body image and the Christian that I keep meaning to think about, research and write (rather than rants off the top of my head when I’m feeling fat).
Hmm. So there is stuff in that head of mine.
Alright, gentle readers (at this point it might just be mum and Barbara, but I fear even they may have given up on me), I will endeavour to keep to a more frequent blogging schedule. Even if there’s not that much to say, writing regularly and thinking about what to write has to be a good thing.