Wednesday, November 23, 2011
And just like that I've forgotten how and why I blog.
It's the strangest thing really. One minute we were in the beautiful coastal town of Yallingup and I made a little promise inside my head to blog everyday for a little while to catch up on some of the backlog of posts in my head. I managed a few days in a row. And the next day we had to leave the caravan park to make room for the hordes of weekenders from Perth who had booked all the sites and left us siteless.
So we travelled down to Hamlin Bay and camped in the National park on the beach for a while. It was gorgeous.
But we were out of range.
Which meant no blogging and now an even bigger backlog and an inability to work out where to start. I can't even hear the words at night begging me to blog them, begging me to describe the scenes and the feelings that made up the day gone by. I have thousands of pictures waiting and no words to tell their stories.
So it is in the hope of the more I write the more I write that I sit here in Denmark Riverside caravan park this morning hitting the keys. It is a hope that the familiar ritual of loading and resizing the photos, tapping the keys and being in the zone that will enable me to continue where I left off.
Believe me I understand that a break is as good as a holiday...and that blogging should be fun... and that there should be no pressure...but I think I am a nicer person when I have been writing. I love writing. I love having the record. I want to blog. I am a blogger.
(Incidentally, one of the lovely things about life on the road is that almost everyone travelling alongside you is a blogger too. No more funny looks and Really? Whatever for? and What's a blog? When you tell people you have a blog they understand because they do too. You've never seen so many DSLR's.)
OK, gotta pack up and hit the road now. We're off to Albany for a couple of days.
Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow.
Happy travels. xx