I spent a sleepless night. My midnight questions had to do with this blog. I’m already over two weeks overdue getting my monthly ponderings out. So, what’s happening? Have I run out of blog gas.

Probably. I’ve written about my own misgivings about writing, my despair with being published, my dreams of a couple of new books which just won’t get written. Why no ideas now?

I have looked at other writer’s blogs. They describe the use of apostrophes, about the importance of the first sentence of a story, about building a platform, about buying their new books of advice. I, for the past five years, have offered nothing of value to my readers ––o­­nly cries of frustration, anguish, a few visions of the tulips on my terrace, and maybe one or two dismal observations on being an old woman. Advice, wisdom, words of value? NO.

It may be time to say goodbye to my readers, whoever they are, except for Steve, who always comments on my attempts to connect, and I am so glad for him, but how long can he keep jacking me up, making feel as if I’m connecting with someone?

I just read a free, unasked-for piece of advice about blogs that informed me that I should be having a conversation with my readers, asking them for help, for yesses and noes, for ideas, even.

I haven’t done any of that. Only a few of my readers have felt it necessary to respond to my musings or my questions, or my deep thoughtliness. Last night I decided to try one more time to touch hands and minds with my readers. I have had my evening white wine and I’m ready.

I write for older women, like myself. My three books have done as well as can be expected, kind of like in a hospital for books. I have two more, also centering on older women and the new paths on which they hesitantly step. I haven’t found a publisher who wants to risk accepting them. I haven’t the energy to self-publish them. (I’m 82, now, as you know, if you have been following for a while.) For my sense of well-being, I need to get writing again and I need some advice—or inspiration—or a few new characters to inspire me –– from you, so here goes:

A friend calls, also “elderly” although the adjective makes us both sick to our stomachs. We start laughing as she tells about another friend, Mabel, who decided to find love somewhere, even in the over-fifty dating sites on the internet. She has had several responses. Each leads her to believe that she may have to do this on her own: church choir, mah jon table, or a world-wide trip on a ship with lots of sea time and a few lonesome sailors. Or maybe, never, a loverless maybe where she and a few friends will drink white wine and stream TV shows.

Mabel’s stories of searching for a man made us snort out loud. She turned down the thoughtful fellow who asked her if she minded if his erection lasted three hours. “V, you know..  And the one with the greasy forehead and nose hair who stiffed her for their wine and small plates, leaving her for the “boys” room, never to return. And the shaky fellow who worried that if her children lived in her house, would there be any privacy. “I live in a group home,” he added, not revealing what kind of group. One nice, seventy-year-old, younger by a few years than Mabel, made it to her front hall, where he apologized for not heading directly to her bedroom because he’d masturbated an hour before and probably couldn’t function for a day or so. She hadn’t been thinking about bed at that point, only whether he drank decaf.

Okay, if you have read this far, I need your help.  Without names, tell me about other older folks who have tried to find love on the internet, because your stories will be in my next novel. My 102-year-old mother unwittingly created the title when I asked how she was doing. “Just plugging along,” she answered.

I will continue this blog, and I’ll try to make it a two-way conversation. I’ll ask for inspiration and you, if you want to, can answer in the comment column—or call me.

3 thoughts on “PLUGGING ALONG”

  1. I think you might reconsider your statement, "I write for older women, like myself."

    Good writing is good writing no matter the intended audience. Harry Potter was supposed to be for kids, right? Yet I've read and enjoyed them all. You weren't always eighty-two. Perhaps you can broaden your approach by writing for women of various ages. Perhaps you could leave your comfort zone and stretch your wings, add some of your travel adventures which I always find fascinating. Just some food for thought. You're the best writer I know personally and I wish you were receiving more attention.

  2. Hi Jo! I just stumbled across your blog when I was looking for how to cite books properly on a blog (I'm going to give blogging a go). I clicked "next" somewhere and this led me to this post. I just want to say hi! I hope you keep going and I hope you are well. I just have to put that out there! Cheers!

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