Life Without Blogs

tumblr_mvlvsr1xaB1rs346ao1_500Your life without a computer: what does it look like? Via The Daily Post (January 27th 2016)

My life without a computer would be a lot slower but I’d probably sleep better.

I’d watch less films and I wouldn’t know anything new-wise very quickly as I never read a newspaper and seldom watch the news. Wrong or right, Twitter tends to be my go-to headline generator (then the BBC News website for the deets).

I’d survive though because if all computers and handheld devices suddenly imploded, what choice would I have?

It’s not so hard to remember my life without a device permanently strapped to my hand. Believe it or not I didn’t really get into texting until about 2000, which admittedly is now sixteen years ago – and ‘Smart’ phones were a long way off then. Facebook wasn’t even a thing until 4 years later.

Thems were simpler times. No #selfies, no Instagram or Twitter, blogs were about but were only just begun (in style of The Carpenters). I went out then, drank and obsessed over boys – and then if I liked a boy I would have to exchange numbers and call him. UGH.

If I didn’t have the internet, my phone, my laptop to entertain me, would I be doing those things now? I don’t think so. Call it an age thing but I’m happy to be ensconced on a Friday night and if not with my techy bits then the television and a good book. I’d still try to avoid the phone.

Would I ‘create’ more? Perhaps. I always need to have something in my hands while I relax, that’s just how I roll. Would I knit/cross stitch or draw? Who knows.

Things have changed so much and I don’t personally want them to go back to the way they were. Sure, we could all do with having time off the grid but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with moving in the same direction as technology.

It baffles me when people of my generation and older struggle with social media, or actively avoid it. I love new apps and new stupid crazes. I love a phone upgrade.

Most of all I love my blog and I wonder truthfully where I would have been without it all these years. Sometimes it doesn’t bear thinking about.

What are your thoughts? ❤

Ready, Set, Done

Our ten-minute free-write is back! Have no mercy on your keyboard as you give us your most unfiltered self. Via The Daily Post

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An accurate photographical depiction of where my head’s at

I’ve recently been doing so much proofing and other stuff for work, and stressing while I do it, that my own creative endeavors, even reading my choice of literature at the end of an evening, has gone out of the window.

This is turn, I really believe, makes me a very dull human being indeed. I need to be stimulated, creating, thinking to make this thing called life work. Without it, I am nothing but a drone.

What is the point without passion? This week has been an angry week without creative joy and I know it is my responsibility, and well within my own power, to change this.

So Pretty Woman is on Netflix (hey, the soundtrack is exquisite) and I’m going to free flow this bad boy and clear my head for a fresh and exciting new week. You in?

Where to start? First off, it’s so damned cold out. Have you ever noticed that the conversation is already over the minute the person you’re speaking to starts talking about the weather? It’s such a British thing to talk about how hot/chilly/wet it is out there.

My best friend and I used to consider small talk of this nature the nail in the coffin of conversation. Working as Baristas, it’s all we’d talk about.

“How are you?”
“Cold.”
“… What can I get you?”

The Art of Conversation was not designed to be mastered over the condiment counter, of course so I probably shouldn’t be so hard on the people who have just walked in, probably to avoid talking to anybody. It’s why I go for coffee, after all – for the peace and quiet.

So it’s cold and I’m actually happy about that. Coats and boots and scarves and hot chocolate and blankets; they make me happy. PJs to walk up the road to my BFF’s house make me happy. New hats make me smile.

I like cosy. I am staunchly pro-hibernation.

I don’t like my job at the moment, despite the amazing people I work with (mostly). I like the actual work for the most part and have been given the opportunity to do a little bit of writing, which of course is what I would like to be doing professionally. But I despair of the office politics.

I feel sometimes as though I am losing myself. I hate having to bite my tongue, be patient with stupid people. I hate having to shrug and accept things that anyone can see aren’t working. Sadly, as an assistant there’s not much I can do about that right now.

Perhaps the answer is to look elsewhere for professional fulfillment but I’ve put in the time, done the work, worked my way up; why should I? I feel like I should see it through and stay committed. Like a pitbull with a bone between her teeth.

I guess all I can do is wait and see, quietly work out what’s best for me.

Elsewhere, life is good. Life is hard but good and joyful. Life would be boring if it were perfect, I guess that’s one way to look at it.

The Regular Show

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Like my good friend Hannah, I have recently been pondering this whole writing malarkey and what it’s really all about.

I’m the absolute Queen of thinking about doing something for a long time before I actually get off my lily white arse to do it. Look at running, for instance, an activity I am very much into the thought of but am yet to seriously attempt.

Writing is the same, although I do write from time to time. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t but what do I actually say most days? A lot about nothing and nail polish, that’s what.

It’s time to start stretching myself and with the help of some writing prompts, I think I can get a lot out. So, with the encouragement of Han, who has recently posted some brilliant pieces, I’m going in too.

I’ll be looking to The Daily Post and also Writing Exercises for inspiration. I’m also going to set aside regular writing slots every evening this week. Basically, have lap top will write; have prompts will free style. Something like that.

Where do you get your inspiration from, writers?