Hmmm so, odd story behind this blog. I said to my friend, “I want to write”. So write a blog, he replied. I then tried to explain that it wasn’t the creation of words or sentences I particularly interested in, it was just the physical action of putting words on paper with ink. “So do it”.

I tried. But then I realised I wanted both, to create whilst writing, so I guess he was right. So I started writing, about writing. By the end of it, I realised that it actually made some sense. Which is quite often rare for something to come from me. And I wanted to share. Cue spontaneous creation of blog and new post… as it is spontaneous, I can’t promise anything long term. It’s not you, it’s me….

But yeh, here is what I scribbled, in my curly, slightly italic hand writing, with a black biro, in a scrap notebook….

“I feel like writing. Not just on the computer (*I was wrong…*), but actual, physical writing, with a pen and paper. So that’s what I’m doing. I told my friend this, so he responded…”write a blog”…a blog is merely a diary displayed for all to see surely? And people know, when they write a blog, that pretty much anyone can see it. So knowing this, does anyone ever actually lay themselves bare in a blog? Do they ever really explore their deepest thoughts and wants, such is usual in a diary? Saying that, does anyone? Ever? In conversation, in a diary, in a blog…I don’t think anyone does. Not necessarily incase someone else reads or hears, but because they of themselves. Of what they might find. Everyone has their secrets, even from themselves.”

So…that was that. One last thought. Why do I only ever blog ridiculously late at night?? I really should develop a decent sleeping pattern…it’s all his fault…