I’ve struggled with this blog for most of the time that I’ve had it. Latterly over “what or who is it for?”
In part it’s just so I can write, which is school of the blindly obvious I know, but true none the less. So in part is what I write is less important than that I actually write? But then I want the words to mean something. Which brings me to the next question. Who are my audience? Am I writing for myself or for others and if so, who are those “others”? All very deep and confusing.
My Dad wrote a “memoire” before he died, and I and my family have loved reading about parts of his life that we didn’t know about together with reading his take on stories of which we were aware. My sons have together encouraged me to do the same and I’m starting think about what that would look like (or read like, to be more specific!). There’s always that feeling that “my life” would be of no interest to anyone but reading what Dad wrote was fascinating and I only wish we’d talked about parts of it more before he died. So I hope my family might similarly talk to me?
l’m not planning to share it at this stage, but never say never!
