I think I’ve been thinking too much. This is particularly in relation to my blog posts, where it’s a lot easier just to throw a lot of words at the page and have done with it. Trying to have a beginning, an end and something sensible in the middle tends to make it harder for me to work. Add laziness and disorganisation and this is why I am no longer blogging regularly.
As the lucrative offers from newspapers and book publishers seem slow in arriving, and as my real followers seem fairly fixed, I’m clearly not going to gain much from quality writing. If you are still with me after all this time you are clearly not difficult to please, and aren’t expecting much in the way of insight, so I am going to concentrate on the other reason I blog – to attain fluency of thought and writing. This is meant to be training for writing poetry, and I’m worried that my current lack of poetry is rooted in my lack of regular posting.
I’m now going to attempt to prove this link by writing regularly, and see if the poetry returns. If it doesn’t, I will have to come up with a new theory. It’s easy enough, theories, just like many things, are merely words thrown onto paper or a computer screen.
Oher news today is that we have had Number One son for the day as he is travelling from Manchester to Norwich, and we watched Elton John at Glastonbury. He’s doing alright for 76, but if I had his money I think I’d just retire. It was, however, nice to see a multi-millionaire superstar who was having trouble with ill-fitting trousers. I spotted this, and he mentioned it later in the set. Bad enough having gold foil trousers, but even worse if they won’t stay up properly.
Keith Richards is going on 80 years old this year. Time has flown! 🙂
Keep writing, Simon. Anything. Your posts are never boring, and your poetry is a pleasure to read. Your fixed population of readers seem to see more in you than you see in yourself.
Thank you Lavinia. I remember being a young boy listening to all the furore around the Stones and the Beatles and their long hair and the collapse of society . . .
It was a bit more exciting than the music business of today. 🙂
In spite of everything you say, from my point of view you find it very difficult to write a dull post.
Thank you. As usual, I feel you are too kind.
Being too kind has never been a fault of mine.
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Simon, good luck on your quest to spark the muse. I hope it works, and it makes sense that it might. If you spend every day using the words, the words will start to come. Writers say that all the time. WRITE EVERY DAY! And it probably doesn’t matter what the form is.
I’m fairly sure that writing ebay sale details isn’t the way to go. I must try other words. 🙂
On another note…have you seen the conspiracy theory that Paul McCartney died in the late 60s and they replaced him with a look alike?
I have heard that one – something to do with him having bare feet on the Abbey Road cover isn’t it? He was looking a bit old at Glastonbury, but remarkably spry for a dead man. 🙂
They say he’s taller now, and something about the walrus meaning death
I was reading about Lennon keeping things going by adding bits into his songs. Typicl. 🙂
Yes. There’s all sorts of clues apparently
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I didn’t watch Elton John, but I hope he didn’t crack you up
lol Derick. I hope so too!
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As Number One Son takes after his father the raucous heckling may have briefly reached that point before Julia calmed us down. 🙂
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