I first started writing by longhand, still do, in fact, then graduated to my mother’s portable typewriter, right down to the sticking keys, then moved upwards into the electric world having a pair of IBM electric typewriters I bought form one of the places I worked as second-hand cast-offs.
Until that is, I could no longer buy ribbons for my IBM Selectric, so it had to go the way of the dinosaurs.
It was a good thing, then, that computers and word processing software started at about the same time.
I didn’t get to sit down in front of the computer, well, to write that is. I thought I would go searching for some inspiration.
It’s just that in that short distance, from, say, the couch where you were reading the latest blog posts in the WordPress reader, and the writer’s chair, your preparation for writing ends up getting confused at some of the pro-Trump and anti-Trump bloggers because it’s hard to find anything relevant to the man and his politics. This is even more prevalent in the midst of the COVIS 19 crisis (or, what crisis?)
People seem to be radically for or radically opposed and there’s no middle ground.
But, there you are, my attention has been distracted and unless I’m about to indulge in political satire, I’m off track, with an out of balance mindset, and therefore unable to write.
Perhaps I should not read blog posts, but the newspapers.
Or not, because they all have an editorial policy that leans either and one way or another, which means their views are not necessarily unbiased.
I was a journalist once and hated the idea of having to toe the editorial line. Or as luck would have it, never let the truth get in the way of a good story. It lends to the theory that you can never quite believe anything the media tells you, which is a very sorry place to be when there’s no external influence you can trust.
I’m coming around to thinking that it’s probably best left to the dark hours of the night when you would think all the distractions are behind you. After all, isn’t that what daytime is for?
Except that’s when the ghosts come out to play.
Was that the lounge room door opening?