I was moaning to The Patient One (aka Mr W) yesterday about blogging and how flippin hard it is.
"I really want to write posts," I alas and alacked to him "but I just don't have any original thoughts or ideas. Moan, moan, blah, blah..."
"Well, I think you probably do have ideas, but you don't recognise them as such." Explained The Patient One, patiently.
"Gary's really good at it and it's not fair and it's too hard." I self-pitied. "Moan, moan, blah, blah."
"Moan, moan and blah, blah to you too. Halt the pathetitude right now. It doesn't suit you."
I stuck my tongue out. The Patient One refused to succumb and rolled his eyes instead.
"Anyway, writing blogs aren't real writing. It's such a waste of time when I could be getting Eileen into a spot of bother with two gun-toting baddies." I gave it some welly with the pathetic face. To no avail. The Patient One has deep reserves and only gently advised me.
"Why don't you do what you do when you're doing real writing then? Give yourself a time limit and just do it?"
God, don't you hate sensible advice? Especially when delivered by a ninja of patience. I responded with the usually infallible Eeyore face. That magnificence of a sad, misunderstood, world's against me and I can't do anything about it face.
"But Gary's so good and I'm so rubbish..."
"Oh for gods sake, stop bloody moaning and get on with it. You've written five novels, you can't tell me a simple blog post is beyond you."
Final score - Eeyore face 1 : The Patient One 0
I refute; firstly the score, feeling that I surely had the upper hand in this, and secondly the accuracy of the dialogue. However, as Gary says, never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
ReplyDeleteHappy to be described as the ninja of patience; I think.