Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I always think that the items of mine that get nominations are not the ones that I would nominate. I assume that I like something different from the general reading public, so what good would it do me to nominate items of mine that I consider worthy?
My first thought was that the Kubelwagen was a food truck dispensing some tasty iced bun called a Kubel. Maybe I was thinking of a stroopwafel. But that's Dutch. I would probably starve in Germany.
I doubt it's age-related. I went through a period of aggressive writing, followed by a long stretch of nothingness in my brain. It evolved into a story or poem here and there, and then came back with some consistency.
For me, "the world is my oyster" interfered with the doing. I found narrowing down what I wanted to focus on (conciseness, concreteness) gave me the ability to start doing again.
I think you're on to something, TJ says, "keep on keeping on!". It seems reasonable to somehow get back into the habit and the only way to do that is to keep writing.
I'm in the same rut and sometimes wonder if I've lost my imagination. But even trying to write about past events, I find myself dried up.
I don't think it's age, or lack of imagination (I can still tell a hell of a yarn), it's habit. Yes, habit; I became discouaged from constant interuptions and lack of time to write, and I think it became a habit to draw a blank anytime I sit down to write.
So, writing anything is the first step in breaking that habit. Keep it going, and remember, it's one step at a time.
According to the Google, a flibbertigibbet is "a Middle English word referring to a flighty or whimsical person, usually a young woman. In modern use, it is used as a slang term...”
I object. If a word stems from Middle English, it is anything but slang. It has done its time, served honourably through the ages, and continues in service in modern times, though admittedly rather rarely. It has more claim to respectable Englishness than many a later arrival. And, to describe it as slang, is no more than an insult. Slang is a much more recently arrived creature, usually being an existing word that has been twisted to mean something else. Its life expectancy too is likely to be extremely short, in contrast to flibbertigibbet’s longevity.
So I must proclaim with utmost sincerity that flibbertigibbet has every right to its presence in the English dictionary. Slang it is not!
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