Occasionally I have to work the nerve up to writing where the whole world can see, I’d be lieing if I claimed I didn’t. One of the best ways I’ve found to do that though is through writing where no one sees. I’ve even got a third blog, private, that’s just for me. To write through the nerves, or the lack of ideas, or… whatever else. Because I like writing, but I don’t always have my head in the right place to be speaking from a pulpit in front of others (which is kind of what I do here, whether I think of it that way or not). I need to feel, well, like I’m writing into a void. Like I’m writing to no one at all. Just writing. That’s usually the most enjoyable way I write.
The sharing, the presentation of it, the comments, all come second to that I think. Which is odd because I have a tendency (and one that might even work in my favor) of speaking directly to a faceless somebody, a happenstance reader. Or at least that’s the way it often seems when I write out my thoughts. I prefer thinking of it as writing into the void though, because I can only make something when I’m speaking as a nobody, a no one. When I’m speaking from a place of nothingness. Maybe it’s not so much writing into a void as writing from one… a void where I, whoever and whatever that is, seem to emerge from. Unrestricted, untainted by expectations or anything else. Maybe I should’ve titled this post “Writing from the Void”.