Just Say Something



Painfully shy, and uncomfortable in groups, I hardly spoke in public until I was twenty-five years old. Almost every sentence spoken aloud was preceded by long, silent rehearsals in my mind: what the words would be; where the emphasis would lie; and what expression would best compliment the declaration. Imaginary conversations still go on in my head, long before – or often in place of – actual exchanges.

Though I have found my voice, I think the many years of silently telling stories in my mind – to entertain, defend myself, or support an idea or a position – gave me an advantage, when it comes to writing. Most days, I can talk about almost anything. Give me a writing prompt, I’ll give you five hundred words. On days when I can think of nothing to write about, often just putting up a photograph, or typing in any first sentence will be enough to get me rambling along in one-way conversation.

When I held a township position related to that cause, I wrote regular installments on the control of invasive species. I wrote bi-monthly stories for the  Beaver Beacon for a couple years before I became the it’s owner. Then, for the next three years, I was the primary writer for that news-magazine. I have been writing this blog for more than six years. One of those years – 2016 – I wrote every single day. It seems I will never run out of words.

Though my blog has just under two thousand “followers,” they clearly do not all read everything I write. Usually, when I publish a piece on WordPress, fifty to one hundred people read it, before I publish another. That includes friends and family that see the link on social media, and others that see the link on “Beaver Island News on the Net.”

Two years ago, in the middle of my “writing every day” escapade, I started reading and recording my blog posts for our local radio station. Called “Island Reflections,” the bits play three times a day, five days a week. I don’t know how many people tune in to WVBI (the Voice of Beaver Island), but I have to guess that it is quite an expansion on my readership.

I may be confidant that I won’t run out of words; I’m starting to worry, though, that I may run out of stories. Lately, I’ve encountered a lot of evidence to that fact. Talking long distance on the telephone, I’ll start to tell someone about the weather, or a recent occurrence here, or a project I’m working on in the studio. “Oh, I know all about it,” I’ll hear, “I read your blog!” In conversation here, I’ll try to contribute a personal anecdote only to be interrupted with, “I heard you tell about that on the radio.” I started to mention a family member the other day only to be countered with, “Oh, your Grandpa Ted, yes, you wrote all about him.”


About cindyricksgers

I am an artist. I live on an island in northern Lake Michigan, USA. I have two grown daughters, four strong, smart and handsome grandsons and one beautiful, intelligent and charming granddaughter. I live with two spoiled dogs. I love walking in the woods around my home, reading, writing and playing in my studio.

6 responses »

  1. Oh my gosh, I related to this! Many of my friends read my blog, but I don’t know that because they’re not Word Press members. They’re more sort of like voyeurs. They don’t comment on my blog posts, or like. But then I’ll meet up with them, or talk to them on the phone and start a conversation, and they’ll finish my story for me. “Yes, read that in your latest post,” they’ll chortle. But I just feel elated. They like me and my blog, they really like me! (Laughing here.) NO, I don’t think writing is taking your voice away. It’s just highlighting it. xo

  2. That is an interesting ‘observation’ – or perhaps some type of Eureka moment… you are also right about not all of the followers not reading your posts, and i say that based on my own observations of stats on my own posts… i often wonder, why do these people follow if they’re not interested in what i have to share?

    i hope that you had a nice weekend, and that the longer days and emerging flowers will bring a great week!

    • I don’t actually think it’s possible to “shut me up” as it seems like – now that I’ve started talking – I always want to get my “two cents” in. I may just have to dig deeper for original stories!

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