My goodness me, I’m fairly new to this blogging phenomenon, starting to do my own blog or should I say, our own blog, through my secret love of putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, taking me back to my good old school days and my most favorite lesson of the week, typewriting!!! Gosh, remember that??!! Yes I was one of those back in 1980 something that actually took lessons in typewriting, more amazingly, was the fact that my actual typewriting teacher was a male middle aged guy (or so he seemed to me at the tender age of 15), looking back, he may only have been a touch on 30!!!
Thinking about it now in 2018, over 30 years ago since my love of the typewriting lessons took over my schooling, how crazy is it, that? Back then, we were so ahead of our time, having not only, typing lessons….did everyone have those? But, the fact, that we had a male teacher for it, in a female dominated environment, probably one of the few roles that females were actually dominant in during the 80’s era.
Well, I have to say that I loved my liquid paper, duplicated double ink backed typing paper and just the sheer theatrical sound of my bright red nails chipping the edges of the black and white lettered keyboard, whilst waiting for that extra kick of the the ping from the returning roller, as I got ready to start my new line of text. This of course, was, actually copied line for line from the sheets of practice papers provided, so that our precision could be exercised in a never ending display of touch typist practice sessions, culminating in the end goal of being the fastest, most correct typist of the group.
I’m not too sure, now, if ICT lessons in high school or keyboarding skills are anything similar to my own experience of the pre-computer generation era but either way, I do find that putting my fingers to the keypad or pen to notebook whilst actually out of the country, on the open road is oh so difficult. As much as I love good communication and the practice of putting the words in my head to dialect in print, it is just so difficult to actually find the time, the place, the spare moment to actually do the deed!
Is it just me or do other, well heeled more experienced bloggers find that actually blogging is not as easy as it would first appear? It’s not that I don’t get up early, or that I’m in bed before dusk, it’s just that when life involves a permanent rotation of travels, new towns, cities, exploration or the simple task of finding a parking spot for the night, the hours, the days, the weeks, they all just roll into one big long blob exploring and just not having the time for much in the way of writing.
Somehow, in our past, working days would be scheduled to fit in a whole variety of tasks with problems and a never ending rotation of working issues, to fill the hours that simply feel too short to fill in this different life that we now have. Having never had time in the past to fit in a slot of blogging, I thought that now, with no job to go to, no work to complete, that writing would take over, it would be the new best friend in my life, a new traveling companion and the exercise that my inactive mind would now need to keep alive.
Perhaps, we are just enjoying life on the road too much, maybe, the days go so quick, that having the time for writing about it, is just not part of the equation. A little bit like when I used to write my childhood diaries, it all started so well, writing night after night from age 5 up to at least age 14 and then suddenly they stopped, as if life as a teenager had no room any more for jotting down those daily incidentals that had meant so much to me in all those years before.
The only problem is, that now, I really wish that my teenage know it all self, would have looked ahead into the future and realised or even just thought a tiny little bit that some day, those daily words of wisdom from my young mind would be worth so much more to me now, 30 years or so later. To think that those thoughts, memories and moments of sheer madness that have long since been forgotten about, to be able to read and look back upon now, to me would be just priceless.
So with this in mind and my reminiscing now, whilst sat sheltering indoors from an Italian Summer storm, I promise to try and do a little better. With those school teacher words ringing in my ears from years gone by, I’ll put in a bit more effort, try and make more time to practice and certainly bring out my keyboard, where my fingers can just do the talking, ramble on regardless and splurge out the words that my restless mind needs to exercise.
I”m happy to to say that I no longer need warnings from that very lovely male typing teacher, whose name I’ve long since forgot…Sorry Sir. Those endless polite requests from him to keep my nails short and remove my bright red nail polish would never come to anything. Despite his efforts with the nail polish, my love of typing and putting words into print is still as vibrant as ever, so, with this in mind and with no excuse in the amazingly easy word processor blogging age, let the words flow, the typing begin and the blog publish button be pressed.
Finally, I salute all those bloggers out there, endlessly publishing from all corners of the globe, all elements of text, of information and exciting tales of travel, I feel your pain, I know it takes time, a lot of effort and sheer persistence to let the words flow and keep the audience entertained. I admire you, respect your articles no matter how many words, context or what real value, the main thing is that it’s out there and for us mortal fellow bloggers to aspire to…….I thank you for the inspiration!!