Shhh, don’t tell everyone but I’m #WOL

As part of my new found commitment to engaging more on-line, I thought a good choice for development would be my blogging. Looking at my WordPress account you will see a sparodical mess of content with no consistency of topic, length or validity and if I were share access to my drafts you would find nearly 20 false starts spanning a few years. If I’m going to be serious about my reinvigoration a good way for me is to use this place is for summing-up and reflecting on my week.

In essence I’m going to be Working Out Loud, and am hoping to not only improve my blogging (and drawing) skills but also provide some focus for my reflection.

One of the biggest hurdles though, is my need to present a perfect blog (hence the numerous false starts). Reading an article from PsychologyToday this morning reminded me of how much editing I indulge in; consranrly checking and re-checking spelling, structure, grammar, punctuation and how I need to let that go and just post (See, I resisted the urge to correct consranrly to constantly…..damn it!)

So, here’s hoping that not only can I let go and produce, but at least one person finds this an interesting journey and deicdes to contribute to my thought processes.

Wish me luck!

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Cold Turkey

I’m now coming to the end of a 4 month stretch of Twitter absence. The period was intended to be 2 months, but pressure to re-enter the local world of Facebook became too much and my tweets dried up (hope there’s a cream for that).

The absence was initially intended as an intervention due to what I saw as a growing addiction to the Twitterverse; spending more time reading tweets than speaking to others. I’m a child of the 70s and as such can do that old man thing of remembering “when I were a lad….” and can remember when tweeting was done on walls and kerbs, using chalk (to be honest most of them tended to be letting people know what date you’d been there – why?).

I initially joined twitter to learn (actually that’s a lie; I originally joined to follow Stephen Fry, but I’ll never admit to that) but found that I was reading the ‘tweets of randomness’ rather than the important learning-centric ones (I even found that I was reading those of one person, purely because I found them attractive when I met them in real life). “Enough” I cried to the world; the world just rolled over and mumbled something about “not tonight, headache”, and decided to take a break and come back with a more focused need.

So here we are, 4 months have passed and it’s time to re-enter the 140, with my new purpose and more focused attitude……..one problem, I find that I can’t leap back in. Where once I found it but a moments work to distill my thoughts into 140 characters, now I find myself going blank at the space. Have I been gone too long and now need to Tumble in order to meet my rambling prose need? Maybe I’m doomed to press my words on this grand scale and use my phones battery up every time I want to reveal my thoughts. Who knows, and let’s be honest I don’t imagine anyone else really cares.

“Wait” I hear you cry, “you don’t need to tweet, you can just lurk and learn”; true, but part of the original joy of using the Twitter medium, was getting the chance to share what you had just learnt with others. I will keep trying to re-enter the world of tweets and hopefully will rediscover my muse, until then I suppose I will have to remain in the micro-verse of The Book of Faces talking about the local bar and ignoring people.