I have endless note books, pads, musings - some of which I will never do anything with but did thorougly enjoy writing them! There is always an idea, always a story, always some wisdom that I thought unique to myself (that probably really wasnt) and always a purpose for writing them. I am genuinely inspired but so incredibly critical of my written word that I would usually remain silent rather than share my imagination. so here I am, blogging to overcome that!
I guess that people read blogs to gain insight,
be inspired, be reminded,
be nosey, to relate,
to feel accepted.. silently.
just a few reasons!!
You can read yourself on a page, you can identify your nature with anothers, you can empathise with some people or some cause and you can do it silently.
A reader can imagine a whole scene, a world of colour and sounds and movement, can smile to ones self, can be laughing at clever phrases, can be screaming, crying and yelling with the story, to and with the characters and they are most often silent.
I write so that I can express the thoughts that I am unable to speak. I write to validate or justify my silence.
In written words I laugh, i weep, i cry,i can fear, i can be heroic, i abandon logic, i embrace emotion, i am outspoken but i am calm. I can articulate, i can ramble and i can do it with generosity.
or not.
But there is no action without voice, no movement without imagination, no purpose when there is only silence - but that only applies if you want to be heard.
