Yesterday was the first Monday in a long while that the words did not come to me. I wasted many hours at my desk feeling around (in what felt like the dark) for my inspiration. It never came to me.
Typically, Mondays provide a huge wash of relief to me after a weekend of crazy fun with the family. I am usually all too jubilant to hit the keyboard!
Not yesterday. It actually was not so bad. I thought that my loss for words would prove to be excruciating, but not really. I think it was just needed. Like a personal day.
Although blogging seems like it is super sexy, easy and frivolous, I can promise you it is not. It takes many hours sometimes to create a post, string all the ideas together, look for the artwork or photos, proofread, and edit. Blogging requires staying on top of current events and related points of view. The writer becomes one with the niche of the blog.
Over the last few days, I have been noticeably absent from social media and my normal online stomping grounds. WHY? I am researching something for my niche.
This research required that I enter the world of Christian Grey, and quite frankly, I have not been able to get out.
The words did not come to me yesterday because I could not break away from the words of one, Christian Grey, until into the wee hours of Monday Morning.
In case you are lost, I am reading the 50 Shades Series by E L James, a super erotic series involving extremely mature adult content that is highly anti-feminist, yet is currently being devoured by educated, successful women everywhere according to the New York Times.
Coined ‘Adult Twilight’, the 50 Shades series is basically sold out in hard copy from its original Australian small batch run and is now owned by Random House Vintage.
The strange yet engrossing work of fiction works itself into this blog in a very twisted way. The story of an obscenely successful entrepreneur (twist #1) and his rough, dominant, and sadistic ways is supposedly changing the lives of women/moms everywhere according to polar opinion (twist #2). It is my responsibility to read the series, and report back.
I will tell you – I am somewhat mesmerized with the story. I am not sure whether it is because I cannot believe what is written on the page and I cannot stop reading like people cannot turn away from a car accident, or I am truly captured by the overtly sadistic story?
As in the case of Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight Series, there is an element of awe, as I watch another female writer/entrepreneur see her dreams come true with boundless success (that is a whole separate issue).
I finished books 1 & 2. and will crack open #3 this evening. More on the Trilogy to come…In the mean time, share your thoughts? Have you read the series? Did it transport you to a deep and dark place? What was your attraction to it?