I’m an insecure, anxious ‘blogger’ (remind me to write a whole other post about how I dislike the word ‘blog’ and wish it could just be called writing. Writing is a beautiful word. Blogging is an ugly word).
I was embarrassed about blogging in the beginning. Nobody read it apart from my mother, my mother-in-law and my husband, it seemed. I felt silly sending stuff out into the ether, into the void. But I liked it too. The doing of it. So I continued to do it.
I’m really glad I did.
This week I met two fellow book-worms (Diane and Ellison) for coffee. We met online, through our blogs, and chat a lot before saying: “Hey, we all live in the same city, here’s a craaaazy idea, why don’t we meet in real life yo?” (We didn’t say yo.)
It was lovely, so encouraging and helpful and just plain old pleasant. We chat for a while about my impending trip to India and they asked me would I continue blogging while I’m travelling?
I certainly hope so and intend to as much as I can. I was thinking I would anyhow but their encouragement was a clincher and I really appreciate their support.
I’ll definitely be reading a lot. When the sun goes down, there’s not much else to do in a tent until dawn! I won’t have frequent access to internet but will hopefully manage a post at least once a month if not every fortnight. I’ll be writing about our trip on another website but I really want to keep this dude alive and, most of all, I want to maintain the recent relationships I’ve made with the people who stop by here now and then.
I also want to say that I am really thankful to my mother, my mother-in-law, and my husband! When I say they were the only people reading, I don’t mean that in an ungrateful way. I eventually realised that people were actually reading that I wasn’t aware of and I want to thank all of my family and friends who have a nose around here from time to time.
Keep in touch, xx