So long writing?

Here’s a question:

How do you write a travel blog when you’re not travelling, not planning to travel and don’t want to give out the illusion that you either are doing or will be doing?

Here’s the answer:

FUCK KNOWS.

It’s Sunday afternoon.  It’s the time I’ve always loved to sit down and get it all off my chest.  The things I tell you about lurch from where I went and what I thought about it,  dolling out my crappy advice on how to go it alone or often just spouting some shit about what I think or feel.

Despite how it might seem, I can be an unnervingly quiet person (well, it’s unnerving for other people – it doesn’t bother me!) which is all very well but being quiet doesn’t really work here.  I can write about nothing much at all, figuratively speaking, but a post about not having anything to say is really scraping the bottom of the proverbial barrel, is it not.  Indeed, “Ce n’est pas un pipe” springs to mind.

On my social media I have just posted a picture of my cat, Misha Shadow, sitting in the middle of a rug in the middle of my miserable flat with the caption, “The cat sat on the mat”.

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Fucking hell.

I’ve been to 42 countries, most of them solo, I’ve climbed mountains and bridges, I’ve swum in seas and lakes and rivers, I’ve been to museums and monuments and markets.

As lovely as my little cat is, and even though I wasn’t going to be travelling to the other side of the world this year anyway, I really should have more interesting things to say right now.  Travel, near or far, is gone.  It seems like anything that makes me remotely interesting is gone too.

I had an email earlier from the blue and yellow budget airline.  You know the one I’m talking about.  It had a link to a video to advise me how I’m going to fly safely going forward.  I watched it and I realised there was just NO FUCKING WAY.  Leaving the flat to go buy fruit and veg is challenge enough right now.

Today has been a good day, roughly summarised as:

“Early start

Coffee in the park

Walk

Talk with a friend

Late-morning omelette

Read for a bit”.

I am starting to accept the fact that I might not be getting on a plane again for a very long time, which, I suppose, makes all the places I’ve been to and all the things I’ve done and seen so much more special – carpe diem, etc.

However, not having anything to write about is something I can’t begin to face right now.

Keep well and keep going everybody,

Shauna x

Published by Shauna

Hi. I'm Shauna, a 40-something solo tripster. By tripster I mean part-time traveller. solong.blog is an amalgamation of plenty of personal rambling on my experiences when travelling on my own, how I feel, where I've been and what I've seen, and advice on how to go solo if you've never done it before but always wanted to try. After all, if I can do it, anyone can!

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