Virtual Homes ~ The reality of it

Hello people who follow this blog. I am despondent. There doesn’t seem much point to write here anymore, and yet still so much has not changed to lead me to feel I am incorrect in this perception at this time. Yes I am whining…

You all like a good rant right? Some uplifting poetry perhaps?
Or can we just get real?

I live in an imaginary world. Filled with idiots, so akin to the real one, but still – imaginary. It is however also filled with wonderful moments where I drift off into my other worldly places and have long conversations with imaginary people partake in imaginary situations. My words take me where-ever they wish to. They express hidden sentiments that creep in like a fog on a cold winters day. I like to interact with people, but find it harder and harder to find time to visit different places – probably because I have so many of them popping up inside my head.

We say this so many times as writers, ‘I write for myself’, or ‘I blog for myself,’ and that is just utter bollocks! I really, really enjoy writing, but I really enjoy knowing people might relate or get something from it. We all do. It somehow makes us feel like we have something to give to each other.

We all go through cycles where we question our lives and our actions and even our temptations and desires – basically we question our own humanity and mortality. Well maybe not all people do that but I know most of the people who have read here before are thus way inclined.

This blog IS a journey of self discovery in every word a contradiction to account for, in every lack a strength and in every connection a lesson.

I often wonder where it is going but I have absolutely no idea and that is fine, but one thing I won’t do is allow it to just fade into the dark hole of the internet..and it is.

I would rather, as I have discovered in the last few months, let it go with dignity.

That being said, it would be a terrible shame to throw away five years of telling a story to never get to the end.

I have contemplated what to do with my posts that are in pending and I am leaning toward making them live again… it is JUST not the same picture without them lurking in the background waiting to be stumbled on.

I took them down as I wanted to go through them to put together a small book AND get them organised how I would like to. But I figure, I can still do that!

In the meantime, the entire reason I write is NOT for money or fame or accolades of prestige or any such thing, it is for people. I write for people.

I want people to see HUMAN In every word.

Flawed. Broken. Mysterious. Happy, sad, melancholy.

Whole and strong in all our weakness. At times you may disagree with what I write or maybe not understand full well. You may wonder if I have completely lost the plot and gone off onto a disarrayed path, and you are probably right – I probably do that a lot. Correction I DO that a LOT..only to come back around again wiser (sometimes) and more passionately flawed then before.

This is not  a place for perfect poetry and pictures placed just so on a feed of  instantly gratifying images where the world scrolls by without paying much more than a seconds attention all in the hopes of getting noticed and gaining some traction for whatever dream they may have that they feel they may be able to gain exposure for in this mayhem of a place called social media…

THIS – is fucking home!

IW

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15 comments

  1. Belinda, how about re-blogging some of your poetry? You have some excellent work and there must be people who haven’t seen it before. That would give you more time to reassess. Also it would help you organize it and decide where to go next.
    Leslie

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      1. What’s the difference?
        Everyone has difficulty coming up with new material especially if it’s your creation.
        Republish it as a new post. Some will never have seen it before and others may have forgotten.

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            1. What is hard for me is taking the creative aspect and forming it into something palatable and appealing… does that make sense? Does it matter? Doing the creative side is like breathing to me – could do it all day every day…it is all the other stuff that bogs me down.

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  2. Well, I love you and if we lived closer, I’d come over and have coffee. 🙂

    I read blogs for that very reason, I like the humanity and mess of people, the authenticity. That’s what makes us interesting,what gives us all our flavor.

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  3. Hi Belinda,
    I think we all write for various reasons. I like your notion of writing for people. I think having a blog for me is somewhere to put my writing. As you know we do on occasion write something we think is meritorious but at the same time, I know a handful of people will only ever read. And that is ok as I like to write story.
    If you use your blog for conveying your thoughts then I think that is a fine way to use it. Some people have a real political bent to what they write, some like to write poetry and haiku of all things…sorry I have a thing about haiku….but my point is for you enjoy what you write and after five years if you haven’t completed your story then maybe there are more years to put in before you do get to the point where you have said it all.
    Carry on, entertain us, its what we are here for, isn’t it?

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    1. Thank you Michael. 🙂 You’re encouragement is very much appreciated. It is hard to pin down the whys of the things we choose to do at times. Still not a hundred percent sure of why I do the things I do but – I think I just need to chill and go with the flow a bit!

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