The Swamp of Lost Words

It's amazing how difficult I find some days to tweet something. Or even anything.

It used to be easy to bash out something and send it flying into the tweetosphere. Try and say something witty or pithy (or try to not pith people off) and have an interesting convo or two. But now... now, I find myself staring at my feed, wondering what on earth to say that might be of interest to anyone.

Sure, I could plug my antho. But people get annoyed (me included) if all you have to say for yourself is "buy-my-book-buy-my-book".

These days, I keep checking my timeline with trepidation, worried that I'm just retweeting stuff rather than saying stuff. Yes, I'm retweeting stuff that's of interest to me, but they're still just retweets, rather than my own words. A timeline filled with retweets is something else that annoys me. I've previously snarkily moaned that people should use their own words on their timelines! And yet, what do I do when my own words seem to be asphyxiating in the ether?

Even my favourite twitter stand-by - the hashtag-inspired microfiction writing games (especially my super-fave, FridayPhrases) - isn't inspiring me at the moment. I'm not sure why.

I guess I'll keep plodding through the Swamp of Lost Words in the hopes of stumbling my way back into an inspiring light or two of words.

And it doesn't matter whether the lights are ghosts, will-o'-the-wisps, faeries or fireflies of words, they're all lights and they all inspire and they're all out there somewhere.

I'll keep looking.

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