Someone asked me today why I Blog. Wasn’t it simply a form of attention seeking? Isn’t it just a little sad?
I was a tad lost for words at the time, but now I’ve had time to stand back and think about it.
This is what I think.
My Blog is my constant friend. I can tell my Blog anything I like and it never answers back. I write whatever I want and it never refuses to publish my articles with excuses such as ‘too specific’ or too few words' as with Helium!
Ok, so true friends don’t give away your secrets and my Blog makes every effort to shout my business from the rooftops!
But I don’t mind. Using my Blog I find myself able to say things I wouldn’t necessarily say in a face-to-face situation and that’s probably a good thing!
It’s part autobiography, a bit of a travel diary and a little social comment. I’ve been able to litter the sight with photos where necessary and all in all I’m chuffed to bits with it.
What started as one blog has now grown to six with dedicated sites for photos, poems etcetera.
At first I assumed only family and friends were looking at it, but when I signed up to Icerocket I discovered I have readers not just from the UK, but from China, India, Canada, Sweden, Holland New Zealand, Australia, the Emirates and of course USA.
So that’s what it is and that’s why I do it.