Heavens to Murgatroyd, I’ve been absent from this space for over two weeks. That’s the equivalent of two years in blog-time.
And no, I haven’t been swimming in the Caribbean, nor skiing in the Alps. I haven’t been sent on a mission to teach dressage to Peruvian horses, or break dancing to circus poodles in Japan.
I’ve just been doing bits and bobs, dribs and drabs of this and that, willy-nilly, here and there.
And above all I’ve been hesitating. For the first time since this little bloggie was set up last year I have been humming and hawing. And not because I have nothing to write about. I have a list of almost fifty topics scribbled onto the notes page of my pet iPad.
But for once I have started to overthink this blogging affair and have been wondering what may actually interest my followers. In the old days there were only my parents, sister and daughters to think about. Now I have new readers. Ones I know only virtually, others whom I don’t know at all. How did they find me and why are they following me is one of the topics on that list.
The more I hummed and the more I hawed, the more I realised that in fact there is absolutely nothing of any interest to anyone who reads this (except my mum who likes to know what I’m up to). There are no parenting tips, no recipes, no writing advice, no contests, no book or film reviews. I could certainly try and give you some but I can’t guarantee the result.
So I apologise wholeheartedly to anyone who may be looking for those sort of topics. Maybe you should go and look elsewhere.
What the last couple of weeks away have taught me however, is that this space is in fact just a practise ground. A running track, an indoor bike, a rowing machine, a place to hit golf ball after golf ball into a big sprawling net.
In other words this is where I am training for my own personal Olympics. They are coming soon I swear. And they will be taking place right up there inside my box-filled attic of a brain. When I’m fit and ready I will go up there and start sifting through the boxes, one word at a time. Sorting and scribbling until I finally come up with something that is more than just a silly blog post which gives my family a quick chuckle.
Yes, I’m talking about the B word. What I’m working up to, what all this blogging business is about. An interesting, amusing, readable, lovable BOOK.
In the meantime, bear with me, try to remember the aim of my game, ignore the smell of stale sweat, and most importantly just look at the muscles I’m getting on these two typing fingers.
Photo courtesy of Metro.