It’s a blank canvas, in an unspoiled, unblemished pristine state. But sterile and devoid of life, meaning, value, suspended in limbo, waiting to become something. Needing an idea, a creative force, an inspired touch to make it into something.
We all have those moments, when there’s a blank moment, a pause, perhaps we’re uncertain about what to do next, or our turn has come and something makes us freeze. We have phrases to describe this state, “Writer’s Block”, “Stage Fright”, “Like a rabbit in the headlights”. Sometimes these are quite public moments, accompanied by a blush of embarrassment, sometimes these are private fears, gripping us in a state of inaction that seem to colour or blemish our lives as long as we remain beholden to them.
And so it was with me when I got an invitation to post something to Medium.
I wondered… What do I write, and what about?
And should I write here at all (what can I add)?
To me Medium seemed to positioning itself as a more prose focused and more literary elite content service. Sure I’ve blogged before and will continue to do so, but I don’t think of myself as a real writer-type. I minimised my exposure to essays and other extended prose’s (English and History) as soon as I could exercise choice over my subjects at school. Why would I think I could reverse at situation now?
Well I’m going to give it a go, not sure how often, or on what topics. Most probably in line with the type of topics I had post to my TORCH WordPress blog. Certainly I’m not after another separate silo of work or content, I played about with Posterous while it lasted, but it never replaced what I did on WordPress and I don’t think Medium will either. Heck, I may even find I enjoy writing more for the creative outlet that others enjoy from it.
Only time will tell — and in meantime the moments drift by, waiting and wondering…