Writing a Blog about your LifeWrite a blog about your life
Telling your own stories through blogging (and avoiding the narcissism trap)
It' not always simple to make a first-person thing that's only interesting to your mum. However, then a novelist like Lisa McKay comes along and tells her own eloquent tale about her husband's cancers. But she doesn't spell it in hindsight, with the understanding of how her tale will end.
Instead, she narrates this narrative as it unfurls. Testimonial Lisa points out how difficult this is in yesterday's edition of A Grade from the Messy Middle: I thought this mornings that good writing usually has a beginning, a center and an end. It'?s gonna tell a fairytale. There' s a point; it's not just an un-filtered cerebral bladder.
Only that everyone who is reading the article knows that it is more than a cerebral bump that Lisa is able to find a point, even if she writes from the untidy midsection. Your sincerity about how she felt could even move you to tears. Do you? Lisa is able to tell her own tales in a way that partly resonates with the reader because she has exercise under her belts; she is the writer of two memorabilia, among them her latest one, the Love At The Velocity Of Email, which records how she has fallen in love with her man Mike.
Like you' for her home in the next few months-be sure to be learning something from her writing, too. Who else tells good tales?
Write my life
It' s fun coming back here and there with the hope that I will resume writing and keep this blog up to date. It' sitting here like the couple of boots I like but never get the opportunity to use. I' m supposed to be here to fix and update this blog.
I' m still thinking about it. I' m not really one for New Year's resolution, but I feel it's up to me to bring some life to the things I like. I' ve begun using this blog again, and I make no pledges, but I could use it for a while.
Mankind spends a great deal of their lives thinking about their meaning. So what do we do with this life that has been given to us? I only know I got a notebook this evening, and then I thought about whether I should take a cup of coffee or a cup of toast. Then I thought of the writer, Marina Keegan, and the fact that she was such a lightning bolt for such a while.
But their writing, even in the development phase, was so touching that the teacher and those who knew them collected their writing to release a script in their name. So I pour a cup of vine and I will begin to read her novel "The Opposite of Loneliness".
In the same way a glas of redwine gives me the feeling of sitting with Ernest Hemingway in Spain, with Charles Bukowski in a poor flat or with Elizabeth Gilbert in an Italien restaurante. Anything in this life should be an adventure, from walking on Kilimanjaro to read a books on the couch.
Mystery of life? Any emotion. I wonder why it's been almost two years since I touch this blog. I wonder if I'll ever really get back to it. I wonder why I still don't write, even though I read insatiably and dream of all the things I should write.
Stuff I should be writing. The whole aim was to get my life back on course so that I could take the writing exam. So now that I'm back on the right path, how can I take the tim? Here I am to be taught the subject of work-life equilibrium and I am to be taught that there is always enough free rein if you are really enthusiastic about something.
When I was looking forward to writing, I thought I'd get it. I haven't actually been writing much for a long while. Whether someone out there will or will not be reading it, I have come to the inference that I must make myself find the right moment.
While I see these folks walking by for a while, I think about how each year we get older, we become a little more comfy. To enjoy for years the times I have, doing things I like and taking in the happiness of the folks around me.
I have been working for some considerable amount of sympathy to reduce the stresses in my life and to overcome the fear that has shaken me since my release. But I don't like it when I don't have a blueprint. I am the kind of individual who needs to have a backup schedule and it seems that everything that went out the sash.
Recently I was blogging an crash that blew up my vehicle. It' been a long goddamn long since I' ve felt this way. I wonder if I can keep it. It was my favorite thing not to have a schedule and make last-minute choices. but I want to remember that the worry is meaningless.