In the very small fragment of time that I’ve spent blogging I’ve read some fabulous blogs, learned a massive amount and stored away little nuggets of ideas for how I’d like my blog to be.
I always quite liked the idea of a blogaversary – marking my first year as a blogger in some way – and then I went and missed the day, and anyway the day itself was only kind of the day as I’d migrated to this blog from another blog, so it wouldn’t really have worked anyhow. I’m still going to do something, maybe later this week, to mark it in some way and that works I suppose, especially as my first ever post was called Breaking the Rules.
I’m not blogging much of late, and it’s not that I’ve got nothing to write about. In fact it might even be because I’ve got too much to write about and don’t really know how or where to start. I miss it, despite everything else I’ve got going on, all the exciting and not so exciting things, I miss the process of sitting in front of a blank screen and watching it fill with whorls of little black characters.
For anyone who doesn’t do this, or doesn’t understand ‘why’, I urge you to try it. Even if you never publish a single post, even if you keep everything password protected or simply use a private network. It’s such a fabulous way to purge yourself of all of those thoughts that otherwise build up into blockages and, in the worst case scenario, malignant tumours that skew normal thought.
Oh what a cheery post this is turning into. I think I’ll leave it there….