Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Welcome To My World...
I sense that in Blogland things have gone a little quiet recently. I noticed some time ago that some of my favourite bloggers, who became firm friends, left the Blogosphere altogether and we communicate now on FaceSlapBook instead.
What is to become of us in the outer reaches of Blogworld? Will we wither on the vine or, cut back against the coming of winter, will we all bloom once more in spring?
I know not. I am no sage or oracle.
More's the pity!
I tend to use my blog as therapy these days. Perhaps I have always done so. Without blogging would I have ever selected therapy as my next career step? Blogging for most of us seems to be an outlet for venting our spleen, for exploring our sense of humour, for sharing things of beauty in our lives - whether pictures of our children, grandkids, pets, our passion for knitting, our love of all things vintage, our hints and money-saving tips, or just our divine common sense.
Blogging has its place in our universe. Whether we're hoping for a book-deal (unlikely these days!), ou non...
Without reading your blogs I would not be as erudite (blows on fingernails and rubs them across shiny blouse!), as learned, or quite as humble.
Blogging is not without its irritations. I balk at the relentlessly self-obsessed writers, who rant and rail against stuff that I can't be arsed to get arsed about, like plagiarism, for example. ...I want to say 'Get a grip! Don't take yourself so seriously. Life's too short, and imitation is the sincerest form of flattery - I think someone big once said that.'
But, I also want to live and let live. I think that's important. I'm fed up of others wanting to dictate how we need to live our lives, who strive endlessly (and hopelessly, in my humble opinion) for perfectionism and want us all to fit into their restrictive, but perfect, pigeon-holes.
One of my relatively peaceful neighbours in my rural terrace is being harassed by another neighbour who wants to complain about his log-pile and how untidy it is. I'm just waiting for them to complain about our new house-mates, three fancy rats that we're temporarily care-taking for our sweet son's lovely girlfriend.
On reflection - without writing my blog I might not be as self-aware - or quite as sane. (Believe it or not!)
Thank you for sticking around. Thank you for your writing, those of you who write. A big thank you to those who comment in Blogworld. I may read widely, but I don't always have time to comment - My hubby, GJ, does complain about my capacity to endlessly tippy-tappy against the key-board.
Nuff said for one day.
More soon. Now with added rats!