Have you seen my mojo? As you have seen, it's been a bit quiet around The Bungalow lately. It's not that I don't want to write. I desperately do. I have opened a fresh blog post countless times over the past few weeks, wrote a couple of lines, then deleted it, and closed out Blogger; not because I don't have anything to say, but I can't seem to find my words.
For a supposed writer, it feels immobilizing. Almost like a part of me isn't working properly.
Maybe it is confidence. You see, I start writing a post, then read it back and say to myself "What a load of rubbish. Even I find that dull. You couldn't write your way out of a wet paper sack at this rate." So I erase it and try again. Then again, what I have written doesn't hold up to my internal standard and then I erase it.
Now I sound like one of those tortured writers; like Poe or Hemingway. I am far from tortured. I have in fact done quite a few very fun things like going to High Lodge at Thetford Forest, having coffee mornings with my friends and having a wander about one of the towns near me with one of my photographer friends.
However, when I start to write about these things I feel like I am starting to get repetitive. Blah, blah, blah, here we go again. Delete.
Oh, well, we all know that sooner or later my life will give me a story that I will just have to share with the world. Then magically, my mojo will appear, just as it has always done, and I will write something nearly brilliant.
Until then, I will just have to keep my blog fodder eyes peeled and wait for inspiration to hit me. It's what us bloggers do. Just don't forget about me while I am waiting.
Ta, Kat
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Dear Readers,
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Love, Kat
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