I first started writing by longhand, still do, in fact, then graduated to my mother's portable typewriter, right down to the sticking keys and overused ribbon, then moved upwards into the electric world having a pair of IBM electric typewriters I bought from one of the places I worked as second-hand cast-offs.
Just remembering those days gives me the shudders, from the tangled ribbons and messy hands to using carbon paper, how many times before they were useless?
Then the age of the electric typewriter went the same way as the manual ones, simply because I could no longer buy ribbons for my IBM Selectric, so it, too, had to go the way of the dinosaurs.
It was a good thing, then, that computers and word processing software started at about the same time. Word Perfect, to begin with, and then, in the early days of Windows, Word, and others. Sometimes it was easier just to use the text editor, and for convenience, it's often by choice to get ideas down, quick and dirty.
This was before the days of the internet, where you physically had to do something about finding inspiration. And that, sometimes, was more difficult that it seems. I do not have a writing room with large windows looking out on a rural or urban panorama. The window looks onto a fence, and the house next door.
So much for my dream of owning a castle and having a writing room on the second or third level, with astonishing views.
Which leads me to today. Enough with the reminiscing. I have all the tools I need to get on with the job, but that isn't enough to switch on the brain and start typing perfect prose. I have to go in search of some inspiration.
It's just that in that short distance, from, say, the couch where you were reading the latest blog posts in the WordPress reader, and the writer's chair, your preparation for writing ends up getting confused at some of the blogger's points because it's hard to find anything relevant that backs up their assertions, or how things work for them.
I guess success form anyone's standpoint, is what worked for them. In relaying that to others, two things come to mind. It worked for them, but in telling a million others, and they all take the same approach, no, sorry, it ain't going to work no how. The other, there's usually a fee attached to gain the knowledge, and, yes, the same proviso applies. If everyone does it, it ain't going to work no how.
But, there you are, my attention has been distracted, and unless I'm about to indulge in writing a version of how to achieve success myself, which I haven't so I'm not, I'm off track, with an out of balance mindset, and therefore unable to write.
Perhaps I should not read blog posts, but the newspapers.
Or not, because they all have an editorial policy that leans either and one way or another, which means their views are not necessarily unbiased.
I was a journalist once and hated the idea of having to toe the editorial line. Or as luck would have it, never let the truth get in the way of a good story. It lends to the theory that you can never quite believe anything the media tells you, which is a very sorry place to be when there are no external influences you can trust.
I'm coming around to thinking that it's probably best left to the dark hours of the night when you would think all the distractions are behind you. After all, isn't that what daytime is for?
Except that's when the ghosts come out to play.
I think.
Was that the lounge room door opening?
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