I've dipped my toe into the blogging waters on a few occasions and yet it hasn't worked for me. This gap between my expectation and the reality has me scratching my head. After all, there are a few reasons why I think blogging should work:
* it's writing - I loooove writing. Did I tell you I had my first piece published whilst at primary school? Or that writing in some shape or form has paid my bills for my entire career?
* it's like a diary - I am, or was, the diary queen. I have folders filled with diaries from childhood ones with stickers of horses and dire threats if their privacy was breached, to angst-ridden teenage musings.
* it's a bit like websites - I have a secret love affair with websites - the design, the databases, the visual and written combining in a perfect whole. If I was late from home from work, you could almost guarantee it was because I was spending some quality time with the company website, adding new pages, moving round sections, tweaking it till it looked just so . . .
Three valid reasons for blogging to work. . . and yet my blogging has always been a blip rather than a blast.
I've had too many unanswered questions: who am I writing for? how deep do I want to get (both in the blogging world and my psyche)?why am I writing?
This time I'm going to try a different approach:
Mondays are for Me - my musings, shopping and struggle to adjust to being a grown up
Wednesdays are for my wee one, or little boy. To keep a record of all our fun times, fears and fads
Family & Freelance Fridays are about relationships and work: growing, balancing, soaring and failing
The more observant will have realised that today should be about my little boy. What can I say? Today we played hookey from his routine. I had the start of a migraine and just couldn't face the water torture that constitutes our weekly swimming lesson. Half an hour with him clinging to my neck, screaming, was only going to make my head worse.
Instead, we stayed home, played with Fireman Sam toys, phoned granny and had a little nap (him, not me!). It's been a recharging day, a refocusing day and sometimes that's more important than all the routines.
