Thinking Out Loud: I used to try really hard

It seems a very long time ago that I downloaded a blog planner and I was reading pages and pages on how to create content that would engage readers and grow an audience.

I would be carefully timetabling days so I could create content, especially my Monday Night Reflection, which was so very dear to me, that would be valuable and well thought out. Monday Night Reflections were particularly special because I was letting the blogosphere into my thoughts and sharing genuinely hoping that I was helping create something that would be of value to someone.

I knew that staying anonymous would limit way in which I could grow, but I tried my best to use strategies that would create an audience and some organic traction because I wanted engagement, my heartfelt wish was that someone wouldn’t hurt like I did, or would see that, hurting was okay, and that there was through it to get to.

Thing’s changed, and I thought perhaps I could document overcoming the attacks of what are most likely hemiplegic migraine, perhaps documenting survival in a different way, the challenge of having my creative ability taken, robbed even and learning, relearning, sometime learning daily to do something that had been a joy and such a big part of my day would be something I could share.

I found sharing impossible, there was nothing to share, it was blank, you just write rubbish and bin it, till its not rubbish and you feel comfortable sharing what you have. My failed attempts are not something I keep, like falling of a cycle, not something you really need to post for the world to see, failed is failed.

Thing is, you have stats, good old Word Press, and there they are not changing, there I was dedicated as an author to my craft planning and working to create, and there I was dead in the water, lost at sea, struggling to express myself at all.

I care, of course I do, every one who creates cares, I want people to engage, everyone with a blog is really saying look at me, I am no exception, what I mean to say is, I am here creating, I hope you like it, I am sorry if its haphazard, random, without focus or purpose, that’s my life right now, that’s is me, that is my blog and my creativity, I gave the structure thing a go, I couldn’t hack it, it didn’t fit, I am too old, and just a little bit too grumpy to wear things I don’t like.

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Dear Diary: Monday 24th April 17: Sorry

Sorry no Monday Night Reflection Tonight

Just a Question

You ever hurt so much you wish you could take some time off from life just to get a rest

Sleep is supposed to be that rest I guess

Sorry No Reflection

Things will change the War of Art is not Over

Dear Diary 24th April 2017: I had a Plan

Day one of getting things back to normal, well I guess it really was back to normal. My wife drove off to work and I decided to hit an errand early before I got my telephone appointment with my doctor at 10:30am.

Sort of odd having the Doctor have reception ring me up and make a telephone appointment, but it has happened and the plan was to go out and get the out of the house stuff done before. Simple, normal.

As it happens, devastating normal, the car battery is flat, the rear tyre is functionally flat, and the steering feels like a truck from 1920 heavy.

The last couple of months have been expensive car wise with our cars breaking terminally leaving us with the cheap run about and then us buying a super cheap 2nd to get my wife to work that then needed fixing because its Main Dealer Service History included that Main Dealer not doing the work properly and nearly breaking the engine.

Day one and already things are messed about by 35mins into the day, which means, yep, normal for sure!