Tuesday, 29 January 2013
The wind is roaring around the house, rattling our windows and I can hear heavy sheets of rain smacking into the gable end. Its a good backdrop to our warm fire, it makes it seem all the more welcome and its spurring me onto getting this post written that I have been fiddling with for over a week.
Have you ever felt your finger hover over 'publish'. I haven't until very recently. If I am honest about what this blog is for me -its about my voice, the writing, or it has seemed to develop down this route recently. It grew out of having things to say and words that wanted so badly to be strung together. And crucially I wanted to share them. Not in a narcissistic way but in the way I want to read words and thoughts, loves, and opinions that chime with mine (and sometimes challenge), which I do in your blogs, your stories and the journalism and books I love. My favourite words are about experiences, the emotion of family life, of loss, descriptive content about ordinary and extraordinary lives.
Recently I have written a series of posts that are quite personal. I am happy with them, they read like they are meant to in my head and my heart, but they are something different and I guess that makes me nervous. They are however, just a variation on a theme, of me really, and they are meant to be a more consistent bringing together of my internal voice. I will post them over the next few weeks interspersed with my usual updates. As ever I would love to hear what you think. I appreciate you being here immensely.