Ever wondered why? Well not until I was recently asked.
Years ago I started a short story called ” Die Gum Sarn” [Big Gold Mountain]. It’s still a work un-progressed. Miscellaneous chapters lie strewn around, awaiting connection to one another.
A NaNoWriMo challenge diverted me. A short story, “Nude Climbing,” 50,000 words written in 30 days resulted. The feedback, the little I received, was encouraging; learning about how WordPress operated. It was educational.
“The Cake” expanded a passing mention of homebaked goodies being used by older women to seductively inveigle other’s partners.
Reading other blogs, has since taken over the place of reading library books and other commentaries. Learning from the style of fellow bloggers, has helped me find a voice of my own. The comments and criticisms, have lead me down rabbit holes I’d never have dug.
Is it a diary? To record the passing of dreary days? A tedious travelogue, of journey’s past?
Frankly, I dunno, I blog for me. It’s a written selfie. It says where I was in my head at the time, like a word selfie, a record of a time, a place, an emotion, kinda like a …. dick pic.
I reviewed what I’d written over the years. T’was a salutary experience. Humour, pathos, stupidity, compassion, questioning, railing about politics, shouting into the void. They’re all there.
Each piece, re read, can take me right back to just how I was feeling.
So, in a way, it’s a diary. A record of me, quirkiness, thoughtfulness and always true to the feeling of that time, no matter how shameful.
And I wonder, what my kids will think of my writings,
Someday,
Maybe.🤔
The Hobart Chinaman 