Well folks, as one kind reader pointed out to me in a Christmas Card, nothing has been written on this blog since June. That’s over six months ago the message continued, the sender being well aware of my difficulty with numbers. All perfectly true, but it got me thinking why did I stop blogging.
There is no simple answer. And I didn’t so much stop blogging, as much as it seemed there wasn’t very much to say. Perhaps in a world where everyone has an opinion, where Brexit and Trump prevail, it suddenly seemed there were too many words being bandied about. Both in cyberspace and every other space.
And of course my writing. Well, what a grandiose statement. My scribbles and meanderings were also at a standstill. So, basically kind readers, I didn’t have anything to share with you. And certainly nothing to take your minds off the state of the world in which we now live.
Then, that Christmas card woke me up, well three weeks later it did, I’ve always been a bit of a slow reactor. And, now, I do have a couple of snippets of news.
Firstly, am very excited to be volunteering with Fighting Words Cork. This is a creative writing workshop offered to schools to help children tell stories. Fighting Words was founded by Roddy Doyle and Sean Love in 1990 in Dublin. And now finally has come to Cork, thanks to Niall Cleary at Graffiti Theater. The Cork Evening Echo will feature a piece about Fighting Words Cork, written by me, sometime this week. So those who live in this wonderful part of the world may read it, if you feel so inclined.
Another bit of news is my short story ‘A little bit of heaven’ is included in ‘One hundred Voices Volume Two’ published yesterday by Centum Press and available to purchase directly from their website or from Amazon.
In the midst then of a world saturated with thoughts, opinions, news real and fake, there is still room for story. For story tellers of all ages, for words that inspire and lift up and just generally entertain.
Thanks then kind reader (and you know who you are) for jolting me from the stupor of silence.
Keeping on keeping on.