There’s this photo of me standing on a Mexico beach circa 1997 where I’ve got my hands reaching high in the air (holding a Corona, of course), and my head thrown back in pure joy. We refer to it as my “head poppage” photo because it looks like my head could literally blow right off my shoulders with happiness.
That is how I feel about my guest today.
I doubt I need to introduce her, but just in case there are a few left in the blogosphere who don’t already know and love her, I present the amazing Lizzi of Considerings. Her writing either dissolves me into giggles or leaves me utterly breathless, and I’m not just saying that because she’s my blogwife. She is a true story architect whom I admire to the moon and back. Without further ado…..take it away Lizzi.
The Blogosphere really is the most marvellous kind of romp for readers everywhere, and one of the beautiful things about it is that all tastes are catered for. Whether you crave the vanilla sweetness of the Mommy Bloggers, the rough-and-tumble of the Stand-alone Man bloggers, the sensuality of the Poets and Storytellers or the tumbling depths of the Thinkers – it’s all out there, instantly available for consumption and enjoyment from the comfort of your own screen.
The temptation doesn’t end there, though.
Because for those who Write (and at this stage I understand I may lose the attention of anyone who doesn’t instantly comprehend why I capitalised that word (in fact, it might be better that I do)), the Blogosphere is an orgy of love affairs waiting to happen, because much as I’ve tried to deny it or put some other frame around it, the stark truth remains.
I fall, hard, for words.
There are those out there who write in such ways, and with such passion and exquisite beauty that when I read them, it’s as though I lose part of myself.
Their words pour in, and like tender hands, begin removing the armour I’d placed around my feelings, leaving me dizzy and breathless; wondering at what point I gave my consent to feel this vulnerable, yet not wanting them to stop. Back against the wall, and trembling at the intensity, I raise my eyes to meet their words and then the barriers come crashing down – their meaning thunders into my soul, filling it, stretching the edges of my heart as it tries to contain the wonder of what I just read, finally blowing my mind into fireworks as their writing reaches its climax and the whole of my being contracts in one giant “YESSS!” of comprehension; of absolutely ‘getting’ it.
And I’m lucky. I ‘get’ it a lot.
There are many writers in my blogging circles who frequently leave me speechless in this way, and it’s absolutely the most wonderful thing that the etiquette in this world makes it perfectly acceptable, nay, desirable, to have a large appetite and a roving eye. I’d consider myself a serial Blogygamist, for although there are lots of blogs I read and enjoy, there are a number where I get bigger kicks than the rest. That this is not only condoned but encouraged makes it so much more fun than trying to operate within more traditional relationship boundaries.
This is definitely a ‘Writer Thing’. And I hasten to add that it’s very different from any other kind of relationship. The ‘Marriage Heart’ is absolutely secure and tied to one man – Husby. The ‘Friend Heart’ is burgeoning and discovering new people, but it takes time and genuine interaction, shared Truth and Real Things to start building the framework of ‘Friend’ around another person.
The ‘Writer Heart’, on the other hand, is a bit of a whore and falls desperately in love all over the place, gushing and pimping her favourites across social media, absolutely happy to be taken, any time, by Good Writing, no matter whose. Though of course, favourites happen, and to those I return time and time again for more indulgence.
I recently and serendipitously discovered a Poet, who also blogs, and we immediately became friends and began a dowry bidding war over another blogger (because the Writer Heart likes nothing more than to add to its harem). We both won, in the end; my bid of a Medieval forest, a cellar-full of Champagne, a troupe of Adelie penguins, a giant sloth and some unicorn shoes being matched by 800 rubber duckies, a crown and a pot of endless coffee. The object of our bidding then suggested that the three of us become sister-wives (by which point, elsewhere in the Blogosphere I discovered I might have just been blogmarried to someone else) and in the end, it turned into a giant orgy of WriterLove because my new blogwife was already the object of my new conquest’s affections.
This kind of thing happens all the time! And if I’m lucky (and I have been) then on occasion, some of these most wonderful Writers make the transition to friends, and the games and writing can continue further and deeper into other levels.
Dizzying isn’t the word for it. It’s silly, it’s hilarious; it fills the soul and the mind and in the end is utterly glorious, because from it springs the sparklyglowy goodness of new sources of Thoroughly Good Reading – the kind which captivates you and tingles all your senses with its power.
So as long as the Writing keeps happening, and those words keep bringing daily delights, I shall continue to seek notches on the corner of my blog(post).
In turn, should you rock up chez moi, seeking reading pleasure, allow me to push you gently back in your seat and caress gently down the edges of your psyche before nuzzling into the nooks and crannies of your mind to (hopefully – will you let me?) administer some gaspingly good Word.
I hope this was good for you, too. Feel free to reciprocate in the comments – if I come away with scratches down my back, bite marks and my hair pulled, I shall know I wrote you well…
Blogygamy For The WIN.
Do you fall in Writerlove? How do you feel when you read something which resonates deeply? Which writers inspire you?
Lizzi is a Deep Thinker, Truth Teller and Seeker of Good. She works a normal job and has a secret life as the writer at Considerings. Wife to Husby and Mother to two Neverborns, now dealing with the challenge of primary infertility, she is a frequent instigator of silliness and loves to entertain with words.