I’ve hit a wall. A mahoosive one.
I’ve hit a motherfucking, twenty feet high brick wall when it comes to blogging, and I’m standing at the bottom of it looking up and thinking ‘Fuck. How do I get over this?’ And I’m scared of heights and I’m about as able to climb as a fish wearing roller skates.
It’s a bit like the words in my head to describe life and some of the things that going on are all gone. I’m even struggling to write emails so any sort of content for any blog posts are certainly beyond me just now. I’ve started about 15 only to leave them as they just feel a little bit forced and, well, shit. So instead I have 15 little icons on my laptop desktop glaring at me for not returning to them to finish them off. One or two of them are frowning at me.
Perhaps I’m taking this a bit too personally.
I think I know why I’ve hit a wall. I started blogging about my life as a stay at home dad and now I’m not that. I’m a dad but I’m not with the children 24/7 any more, and so I don’t have so much to report. Life is okay just now. No gloomy depression hanging about my shoulders. The children are fine, and… well. That’s it really. There are some private things that I could blog about but won’t as they are private and, I’ve learnt my lesson when it comes to things like that.
On the phone to a friend today I asked about their day hoping that they wouldn’t reciprocate because, quite simply, I’d done nothing. Which felt a bit shameful.
Nothing to report was my answer, and I think that’s my problem with blogging at the moment. Nothing to report.
I told myself I’d never blog about not blogging as, it would be some words about nothing, but decided, just now, on a whim, to go for it as it might help me scale this big fucking wall. Lets face it, if I can write about not doing something then I should be able to write about anything. That’s how it works right?
So, what did I do this morning? I didn’t just stare at the walls. Probably because my walls are very boring.
But not quite as boring as me, now it comes down to detailing what I actually did.
I had some toast and two cups of tea. I watched a documentary series online which disappointed me. I’ve got to that age where I watch documentaries about World War II. I’m turning into a typical bloke. Next I’ll be reading biographies of cricketers and, when it comes to dancing at any point in the future, all my best and funkiest moves will have gone and I’ll suddenly be only capable of dad dancing.
Oh fuck. It’s the start of the slippery slope. Next I’ll be playing Football Manager on my laptop and wondering where a day went. I’ll be picking my ears with a pen and looking at the end when I’m all picked out.
Perhaps I’ll write a blog post about it.
So, apologies for this post of, nothing. Normal service will be resumed soon. I need to find the things which make me shout ‘cockwombles’ and rant and rage against everything in the world that annoys me. Our government, the mismanaging of the NHS, X Factor, Piers Fucking Morgan, benefit cuts, the John Lewis Christmas ad or how much I dislike the Junior Apprentice. It reminds me of that bog roll ad with the toddler wearing the suit. Creepy.
Have you ever hit a blogging wall, and if so, how have you got over, under or around it? Any tips would be greatly appreciated.
And thanks for reading.