wayne on September 3, 2008
I was recently found sitting on the mountain top with my guru. You'd never know this guy to be a guru, but he is...in his own unique way. He's also a friend of mine from as far back as 6th grade, so he knows me quite well. Perhaps a bit too well, but then, we need people like that in our lives right? This is the story of the conversation we just had.
The Guru in the Sky
We sat cross-legged with our hands in perfect 'OK' signs as they rested on the nubs of our knees. We medicated and meditated our way to enlightenment many times. However, this conversation was different. This was about 'the blog'.
We both agreed that the blog was getting a bit dry and was lacking any real flavor. We both noted that it was around the time of my great server debacle, perhaps a bit before that where the posts had become a bit more, well, sucked in. Lacking any real personality or exotic verbiage that made the posts before it much better.
And then it hit me, like most everything else I've experienced since I started blogging. Some light in the dim recesses of my thick, but shiny, noggin of mine became all a flutter. Yeah, I said 'a flutter', get over it. hehe
My guru chimed in with "Ah yes Wango Tango, I understand what you are saying. You are missing out on one very important aspect to writing itself you dumb ass.".
"I am?", I queried knowingly. My guru calls me many things, and I'm sure he'd love it if I listed each and every name he has given me. 'Wango Tango' is only ever used is strict seriousness however.
"Yeah Wango, you're missing the personality in the post" he wisely responded back.
That was how I confirmed my suspicions that my creativity has been dry. What little creativity there was left, it had been squeezed dry by the eagerness of having posts written on time by my own schedules. Sometimes when I wanted to toss in a bit of my own personality, I felt that I might come across as brash, rude or inconsiderate. It has quite literally stunted my writing.
Through my own fears of offending and trying to appease everyone in the entire world, rather than allowing my personality to take over.
With a deep breath at the ready, and my eyes opening to look across to the mountain peaks miles away, I screamed "OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWMMMMMMMM!!!!" to break the silence.
The abruptness of my cracked and squeeky scream caused my overly medicated friend to blow snot down his chin and across his shirt. It was a lovely moment.
Possibly a Moral
The moral, if any could be derived from such a tale, would be to allow yourself breathe in the diversity and experience of life and try not to exhale snot when your friends are near. They'll never let it go.
Also you might consider that I have been, in fact, putting out stuff that would make myself snore. I'm going to correct that. With the help of my guru, I've found a bit of inspiration that feels great. Somewhere inside me is the personality I buried years ago just waiting to leap out and say "ello gov'nor, ow are ya?". Yes, even though I'm not English.
What do you do when you feel the strain of all that is blogging? Has there been anyone outside of blogging that has inspired your blogging? Hell, anyone even have a guru but me?
