I’ve been trying to keep in touch with other bloggers in cyberspace lately. I’m still not brilliant at using Feedly, but am trying. The main problem I am having is that it seems to be getting more difficult to leave comments on a lot of blogs. I am left with no alternative but to comment via my facebook or google accounts. Of course the difficulty then is that the blogger may not recognise who I am. And somehow it is important to me that there is some sort of connection, particularly in cases where there is a definite empathy with a writer who is experiencing similar things to myself.
There is another problem with daily blogging – that is that what you see is what you get. I made a commitment to try and write something every day, just to give a flavour of what my day is like or to comment on what is going round and round in my head. The trouble with that is that:-
- The contents of my head can be very boring
- I may not feel able to share the contents when they are very personal
- I may come across over several days as being depressed when in actual fact I am merely in a reflective phase
- My blog posts can be very repetitive – after all, my life has its own little routines
- Do people really like to read about my thoughts and routines in any case?
Right . . . . that’s enough for the morning. I’m off to a meeting this afternoon. Immediately I come upon something which I cannot share fully. Sufficient to say it is about the routines of Son #3 – Now he really is a writer! One day I hope to see his sci/fi futuristic novel on amazon.
Friday Blessings from Dalamory.