The Unblogged Blog
It’s 23rd September and I last wrote my blog on 3rd September, twenty long days ago. Why the silence? Last September I did my A-Z blogging challenge, writing every day. A year on and nothing, or only two. Unblogged.
Being UN seems to sum up my life at the moment:
- unhappy (more generalised feelings of sadness than actively unhappy, but that doesn’t fit my UN theme!)
- unwell (not ill, but not exactly well either).
In Orwell’s 1984, an unperson had been vapourised – hadn’t just disappeared, but been wiped from existence completely. What a bleak world Orwell creates, and I’m not claiming such drama applies to me, but a general state of nothingness does.
I find myself questioning the value of a blog anyway. If I’m struggling to write it, perhaps people are UNinterested in reading it. What and who am I doing it for?
It’s not that I’m inactive. I’ve got a new short-term writing project on the go (hope to be able to give news of that soon); I’m organising my book launch; my new writing classes start this week, and I’m going on a course at the weekend.
But somehow it’s all without any sense of joy or excitement. Events feel UNeventful. And I don’t like it!Tags: book launch