As a result I've mostly avoided Twitter. There is still a small part of me that shies away from it - inadequacy is a horrible feeling - and it doesn't feel like I have much to say. What I do have to say has no bearing on writing or academia, and it seems that when I do Tweet it has been so long between posts that they are missed amidst everyone else's and/or no one quite knows what to say in response. I do not have that knack of immediate wit that others seem to have in abundance that makes a Tweet worthy of engagement. When I do venture a witticism, it always feels and comes across like I'm trying too hard. It's a vicious circle. I still feel it better to be quiet until I have something of interest to say. So until I have an agent and substantial progress to report in 140 characters my updates shall remain as they are; blogged and sporadic.
My haunt lately has been Instagram. I find my release in nature; my ambles keep me sane. Creative minds often, I think, need an outlet and this is mine. I've been very lucky in finding somewhere in the countryside to live which can help me with this. It'll keep me going in the coming weeks as I stitch the novel back together again. While I do, I would prefer to show you a side of me which is honest, demonstrating that writing is not glamorous, that the whole process is painful and tedious on bad days and a blessed relief on the good. All pictures and videos I post of me in upcoming posts are unfiltered and makeup-free, to prove my point that the life of a writer is a far cry from the glamour of Jackie Collins.
I should also say that my blog posts aren't going to be a practice in lyrical poetry. I've read some blogs that are beautifully worded, an almost-novel in themselves. I can't - and won't - do that. If anything those fabulous posts written by those fabulous authors made me feel even more insecure about my capabilities; if they can write like that in a blog post, as well as in their fiction, then I have no hope at all. While inspiring and admirable, it's simply not helpful. Perhaps what I'm going to write won't be helpful either, but it's a reality check, to show you aren't alone. I'd rather just speak to you in layman terms. That's what I'd rather hear myself and that's what I'd rather you read.
So. To start ...