Ninnyhammer-Dunce

Another day, another blog.  Not as simple as it seems.

I woke up last night and thought, “How arrogant, egotistical!  Ninny hammer-Dunce!!”  I was ranting at myself.

Why was calling myself names?  I thought about what I recently posted in my blog and I was angry at myself.  In my last blog I mentioned journaling with the word superficial.

Oooooo!  I don’t even believe it!  Argh!!

I journal and am angry someone said, what I said, about journaling.  I’m angry and I wrote it!  These were my words:

 'Not unimportant, but nothing that took an enormous amount of reflection on my part.  Certainly easier writing for me, more like journal entries.’ 

I’m a writer.  But, what a Ninny Hammer!  What a Dunce!   Journal entries are not easy.  No writing in my opinion is easy.  I apologize to all writers.  A paragraph, even if it is a detailed, description of an event is writing.  A journal entry with a date, a sentence, “Today was a long day”, can feel like a shard of glass being lodged under a fingernail to the person who wrote them.  

I’ve stared at the face of a blank page many times after a long day.  Sometimes a few words is all I could write.  I’d be caught up in those seemingly simple set of words, “It’s been a long day”, face wet with tears.  My heart thumping like a toad’s vocal sack, feeling like it’s about to burst.  My shoulders slumping in emotional retreat.  And I leave the words as they are, unable to finish.

Myself would have been ashamed of myself.  All writing is significant.  

Another facet of this is when we read someone else’s writing.  It has purpose only to who is affected by the words.  And I have been affected by other’s words and know it isn’t always huge, philosophical writings that affect me like I was hit with a sledge hammer over the head.  

It could be….”It’s been a long day.”  

So, this arrogant, egotistical, Ninny hammer-Dunce, bows in humility.  I apologize to my own self, along with anyone else who understood me to say ANY writing is insignificant.