I know many of you mention you have lurkers that hang around your blogs, well I don't think i have many due to the small number of visitors I get, but I know I have one. So Alison this post is for you. I went to book group last week which was held at Alison's house (a lovely venue I must add), she does admit to reading my blog when I see her and that her husband had looked as well. Her husband had asked her why I blog, so that question was then put to me. I gave a few reasons but for the following few days I did give it some consideration.
I have never been one of life's great academics and never will be, learning to read for me was a struggle, therefore it has never been a great pleasure.The main reason for joining the book group was to change that. Talking on the other hand is a different story. My parents patiently spent hours trying to teach me to read at home and never compared me to my sister who seemed to take to it like a duck to water. My written work was the same, at school when the teacher put a title on the board and asked us to write an essay about it, I had no idea where to start, yet others would scribble away beside me. I would be lucky if I achieved a C grade however much effort went into the work. I have also realised in later life that people comment on how neat my writing is, sadly it does not have an artistic flair but it is always legible. I think it is because the little bit I could get down on paper I did slowly and carefully to make what rubbish I had written look nice and also to take up more time during the lesson. What I found so frustrating was that in my head I could talk through an essay but what I wrote on the paper did not match it.
I seem to be running on a bit here but the point I am trying to get across is that all of this led to a fear of people reading what I had written. By starting this blog I was going to expose myself and the way I write. Tim would edit everything for me to start with, but now I just press the publish button when I'm ready. Through writing this blog I have overcome that fear and no longer care what people think of my grammar and use of words because this is who I am.
Other reasons are:
I can look back over the year and see what happened and what we achieved rather than thinking that we hadn't done much because we had forgotten about it.
I can say things in writing that are difficult to say to someone face to face.
It has filled a gap that work colleagues fill, after leaving work last year I missed people to chat to.
It has improved my computer skills.
It gives me a more positive slant on the world, there is so much awful news in the press that you begin to think everyone must be awful. I have met some wonderful people from all over the world that I would never have come across otherwise.
It makes going to collect the post very exciting at times, I receive such lovely things which somebody has kindly given up their precious time to make for me. This in turn inspires me to do the same for others.
These arrived from Christina this week. Who wouldn't be thrilled with these. Thank you very much.
This is so lovely I am too afraid to use it at the moment.
So Alison I hope this explains things a bit more and thanks for making me think about it. (also thanks for a great evening last week)
Finally if anyone has a spare moment on Friday could you send some good luck wishes my way. I am doing something and I have no idea why I am doing it so I hope no one asks why. I will post about it next week.