I’ve been away. Away from home on holiday in France and away from blogging.
There was wifi in France and I’ve been back a week but I’ve lost my flow.
Instead of just writing, I’ve started thinking
and that’s the problem.
It’s not that I don’t think about blogging – I do. But I end up composing blog posts in my head and then feel no particular desire to go over them again in order to commit them to screen.
I’ve also started to worry. I worry about who is reading my blog. Not so much about complete strangers, more about people that I know. It’s been made quite obvious how much I adapt what I say/how much I tell/ what slant the story has depending on who is listening. With the blog, there can be no such adaptation; what is written is written. So the question of ‘who is the audience for my writing’ becomes pertinent. And I don’t know the answer. When I started, I was fueled by the fervour to just write, to record the story of myself and my boys as we learn and grow as people and as a parent.
But people judge
And I have an issue with feeling judged.
But I shouldn’t. And so I am going to try and start blogging again. For me and for my boys.
This is the first in what is to be a series of posts on themes and issues and how I feel about them.
So whoever you are and whatever you think, these are the ‘ ….and me’ pages.