Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Just re-read my first blog. It's good to know what I was laughing about in 2008 - when I last attempted to blog. As a complete babe to this, I am navigating blind. I just re-set my password, so that's a start. That's because I tried to read someone else's blog yesterday (and couldn't seem to get in) only in order to get in touch with them not because I have time to sit and read blogs, but then I had to get myself involved with passwords ... and I've been thinking about blogging.
It's just that the writing I do is so solitary, is so far out in the wilderness, and unacknowledged most of the time, that I have been thinking about connection.
Read in the NZ Herald today that someone had set up a community group for designers, I thought it must be like assisted living or an eco-friendly village but for people afficted with drawing and creativity.
So I started to wonder about what it would be like to have a community of writers - and if there is already one. Is it the New Zealand Society of Authors? Perhaps it fits the above description...
Is it Printable Reality, for poets afflicted with performance? Is it one of those university courses, or the Writing Hub down on the waterfront? Not really. So where does that leave me? Chatting to a few other writers I know personally and wondering about community and getting ahead with this business of writing.
Yesterday my daughter pointed out a funny in Sideswipe in the Herald, someone had send in an ad for an "insect dispenser" rather than an "insect repellant dispenser". We both thought that was hilarious, picturing a stream of black flies coming out of the aerosol she was happily spraying around the room, like a Stepford wife.
Well being an aspiring writer is a bit like being in that wave... there's a big field, lots of us, most considered pests that need to be swiped away from the portals of publishing... occasionally one of us gets through.
You get turned down, and just keep on, paying your own way, wondering about a grant and why some people go from one to another and produce books that no one really wants to read... haha I hope no one is really reading this. Do people read blogs? Would anyone want to read mine?