Coffee, friends and… me

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Getting nowhere fast. It’s one of my few talents. And today, I excelled. The washing hasn’t been done, the cat is crying for food, the dishwasher needs emptying and reloading, and as for tea… well the takeaway menus are in the bottom drawer.

Actually no, today I multi-tasked (well I am a woman!), today I got somewhere, albeit slowly. I am here and you are with me. I have written my first blog. Much of my day has been consumed pondering this, typing this, editing this and questioning my own sanity as to what the hell I’m doing.

So at this point in the day I have a blog that I am pretty chuffed with, even if I do say so myself, set against a backdrop of washing, a shrinking cat, a starving family and dirty dishes. If I get any earache for this situation, I will adopt a childish whining tone and cry… “It wasn’t me, it’s not my fault”.

So, who’s to blame?  Someone, something has to take the blame surely?  We live in a blame culture these days, so I need to blame someone or something for the messy house, the laundry piles, the starving family and cat.  And, trust me, I have no qualms in calling to the dock the guilty parties for this current state of affairs…

Coffee.  Without question it’s the devil’s work.  Don’t give me that stuff about gin being a mother’s ruin. Coffee – thick dark, bitter and laden with the evil called caffeine… that stuff takes control and makes you excitable, gives you ideas, makes you want to write a blog.  Trust me I’ve never wanted to write a blog after a few gin and tonics.

Weekday mornings, I opt for an Americano (cue a burst of Holly Johnson… ok that was Americanos – humour me people)… and water down my daily Italian roast espresso. But this morning was different, I opted for the hard core, bring it on, full strength between the eyes caffeine hit. Hardly half a cup through and my mind was taken over… a voice… my own voice asking me, nay telling me “You want to write a blog H. Don’t you?” I should have moved on to tea right there and then. But no! There was more coffee in the pot. I couldn’t just chuck it, there are starving children in Africa who’d kill for a strong Italian roast espresso.

So after two cups of toe curling Italian roast this morning, I found myself with a WordPress account, dipping my stubby little toes into the waters of the blogging world. I can only blame it on the coffee. No other explanation. OK there is also another possible explanation…

Friends. My closest friends with whom I have weekly group intercourse (stop sniggering) … verbal, typed intercourse… via email… *rolls eyes* … where was I?  Ah, yes, … in the midst of an email flurry as we call it, one of my girls might say, “I love your emails our Nells, they always make me smile.” Often followed by six words.  .. “you really should write a blog”. In my head I’d say those famous, and probably paraphrased, words of Travis Bickle “You talkin to me?” … then continue reading said email and reply without comment.

… so as stated… here I sit logged into WordPress and dipping my stubby little toes into the waters of the blogging world. I can only blame it on my best friends, whose words activated the caffeine which affected my brain.  It’s their fault. No other explanation. OK there is also another possible explanation…

Me. I love the written word; it’s simplicity, it’s complexity. I admire writers, authors who conceive worlds, lives, characters and can evoke  emotions, by the infinite arrangements of 26 letters formed into a myriad of woven words. Through their words I build my version of their creation, visualise that world, give faces to their characters  and claim them as my own. I have never wanted to be a writer, an author; I possess neither the skill nor imagination. I am happy to consume the end product. But I do love to spew my thoughts now and then… in emails to friends, the occasional tweet, a random Facebook status, in messaging and texts.

… AND sometimes I have said to myself “You should write a blog H.” In mind that it  could be cathartic, a simple brain dump, a way to articulate my thoughts via a different medium, find my own voice and simply communicate.

… so as stated… here I sit logged into WordPress and dipping my stubby little toes into the waters of the blogging world. And… well I can only blame it on myself really. No other explanation. I am going to have a go at blogging simply because I want to.

The coffee?  Well that’s kept me going all day whilst doing this. My friends, well, their occasional “you really should…” has turned in to “I have…”; because they know me well and knew I would quite like to put pen to paper, or, as we are in the 21st century – fingertips to keyboard. So girls you had better read this or I will go all stiff!

Right, here I go… it’s a start and practice makes perfect!

My second blog is in note form and leaping around between my synapses. So another will be posted soon.  It looks like getting nowhere fast will continue, so lets see how many dishes I can pile up, how skinny the cat will get and how high a laundry pile I can build…

 

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