A good part of this evenings amble of writing is going to be more about writing that walking. Over the last week I’ve talked about a couple of pieces of writing that have impressed me.
I’ve been thinking about why the writings impressed me. I believe that part of it is down to passion. The two writings are really quite passionate, intense. It’s that which I think contributes to the success of the pieces (for me).
what I didn’t want to do was create a Ratner moment but, I have to be honest and take a critical look at my writing. I think that apart from the odd occasion when I get really excited about something, definitely my writing lacks passion. It is a report of something happening with nothing added, no excitement. just a straight recital of an activity without passion.
How can I change this? Do I need to change, to introduce passion in to my writing? How do I even do that? For the most part, I am not a passionate person (well, that’s what I think, others may disagree).
I went out for a walk today, just over 3 1/2 miles. That kept me on schedule for the Walk1000 thing, so that’s OK. The walk took me down to the Iron Bridge over the Alverstoke Lake. The sun was out, and lovely, but there was a distinct chill in the air. I was worried that a fleece rather than a jacket might not be enough, but it was fine.
I stayed in the sun, it was too chilly to be in the shade. The birds were in full voice, it was lovely to hear, it was a pity though that there was so much human noise, mainly traffic. There were quite a few people about, but I had no problems with them from a distance point of view. The return leg of this part of the walk took me over Workhouse Lake, heading up towards Asda, and then down to the waterfront. I paused at the bridge over work house lake to take a picture of these houses;
I always think this is a Strange place for houses like this, they look very Scandinavian to me. But I like them. From here I walked along Mayfield Road, turning left to head past Asda’s on to South Street walking past the Cockle Ponds, it’s always nice to see those. I haven’t seen the model boat club out sailing their radio controlled yachts for a while. I take a slight turn to the right, walking down the street with no name towards Trinity Church. I always enjoy having a look around here, there are usually quite a lot of squirrels, but none seen today.
I went through the Milenium time piece to end up on the Promenade. That was also quite busy, not surprising really, it is a very popular place for stroll when the weather is nice (some of us like it when the weather is bad). Not much going on in the harbour, just a few small private boats. From here it was a straightforward walk up Mumby Road towards home. It was quite a pleasant walk. But, not much passion. I really will have to work on that. Litter & dog poo (actually not much of that, Gosport appears to be pretty good in that area, then you get an idiot who picks it up properly, but then drops the bag – on the pavement, nowhere near a bin! What were they thinking? I might make a comment about not thinking. Would that be inappropriate?