Ways to wake up
June 17, 2011
I’m really glad blogs aren’t like cars. Or this one would need some jumper leads and another writer to push me down the hill. It’s sort of embarrassing, this non-writing; this white page publicly gathering virtual dust. This lonely collection of words and coding floating further and further from home, if you consider each post a tether to the author – and the audience.
It’s not that I’ve forgotten it, by any means. I’ve just been rather occupied (literally, and physically, but more about that later – and maybe in a different blog).
Anyway, this morning I awoke in a particularly nice way for a writer, which had the effect of sending me straight to the blog.
Well, almost straight, via coffee, breakfast, Twitter, facebook, hotmail, gmail, the morning paper, the filing and the laundry. (I accept we might have to agree to disagree on our definition of ‘straight’ here.)
I awoke to the pleasant sounds of a van door opening and closing, then a thump on the doormat.
Now this has got to be one of the more appealing ways to transition from sleep to awake. Nothing says get out of bed than ‘there’s a present waiting for you’. Even if you know you’ve bought it for yourself.
And the knowledge that I was due a nice little package of books from Amazon, was an extra incentive to swing myself out of bed.
Factor in that I have neither the time to read these books nor had the budget to purchase them, and you have the literary equivalent of an entire Dobos Torte cake sitting in front of a lone pensioner.
An extra delicious pleasure.
A literary rush to get me going again.
I have two novel, one poetry anthology, one provocative non-fiction book and one city biography.
I’m hoping they help me back into my blogging – now when I am about to need it more than ever. But again, more about that later. Promise.
