Or maybe it should be Tabor’s Notebook – she posts here and today is expressing many of the same thoughts and problems that I have. I shall be drifting off to sleep or dozing in the chair with Misty on my knee and all of a sudden an idea to develop for my blog pops into my head. Then I wake up some time later with all thoughts of a said post having gone out of my mind.
So – I have a small notebook which sits beside my computer usually, and I jot down a few words hoping to be able to expand them into a blogworthy post at some stage. I suppose it is a bit like being a columnist in a newspaper, they have to find a topic at regular intervals and in their case it must be something newsworthy that will inform or entertain or enthuse hundreds of thousands of people. Some bloggers do have that kind of readership but for many of us it is a case of a few hundred hits each week and the knowledge that one’s family and friends may well keep up.
One of the things that amuses me greatly is the way that real life and blog-life kind of cross over. For example, someone says on the phone, I was reading your blog – are you feeling a bit down? Or another might suggest a topic – sometimes that works and at others it doesn’t. It all depends on whether our minds are in tandem at any given time. In general I think that writing the blog is good for me. At least, as long as I don’t let it become a chore or a burden. The caveat is that I always have to be able to simply share a photograph or a thought or a poem or a prayer. It is not always imperative to be terrible erudite or worthy. As for those who say, Why don’t you write. . . . . . ? I do sometimes say and Why don’t you write . . . . . .? But to be honest it is not everyone’s favourite thing to do.
For interest’s sake here are some items sitting in my notebook waiting to be turned into blog posts:
- The fast diet – the secret of intermittent fasting
- Redacting scripture – South Pacific versus the Bible
- The Art of Photography Assessment 1
- Driving licence and becoming 70
Any other ideas?