Happy Halloween everybody. I’m currently on the edges of a chocolate coma so, if this blog post ends abruptly, then you’ll know why. No need to call an ambulance as I will have passed over with a smile on my face. They will have to prise the candy, as our American friends call it, from my cold, greying hands. If the trick & treaters don’t turn up soon, then it’s hard cheese, for all the good stuff will be well and truly gone.
We all love the good stuff, the treats that keep us going when the dull, drab routine of life threatens to get too much to bear. And, let’s face it, there’s not been a lot to look forward to these last two years. We’ve all been muddling along, hoping the world will become a better place to live when, deep down, we suspect that it probably won’t. The global pandemic has brought out the very best in some, but the very worst in others.
It’s one of the reasons I haven’t blogged in quite some time. I did feel somewhat like a voice in the wilderness, my timeline was overflowing with thoughts and ideals I didn’t agree with. There was so much anger, and a deep lack of understanding and empathy. I found it draining, far from the welcoming, supportive community I had stumbled across, four years ago. I started blogging to educate and inspire, but in recent months I’d become demotivated and disengaged.
A lot of bloggers I used to read and engage with drifted away, and WordPress seemed to be withering on the vine. I got out of the habit of writing every day, one of the few good habits I’ve ever nurtured in my life. As for the bad habits, well we won’t go there, but regular readers will know they were many. I felt adrift, didn’t know what the blog stood for anymore. Most days I woke up convinced today was the day I would blog but it never materialised.
I don’t know why today should be any different but, here I am, tapping away at my keyboard. This is a tentative post, reaching out to the WordPress community. Where have you been and what are you up to? Do you even remember this geeky Northern Irish writer who used to pop up on your timeline, come rain or shine. I’m looking forward to scanning my timeline again for a few familiar, friendly faces.
I’m determined to blog more regularly, although I’m not sure it will be every day. My work and family life are very busy and I’m also coming out the other side of a period of ill health. I’m fine, just some weird virus that proved difficult to shift. Numerous negative COVID tests by the way before someone asks. Blogging is important to me, it’s where I first started to write publicly. I don’t want to watch it fall by the way aside, it needs to spread its wing and soar again.
I’m not sure what I will write about, but I sense I will return to what I started penning on this blog. It was my safe place, where I could share my inner thoughts and feelings, knowing I wouldn’t be judged or demeaned. Blogging allows me an opportunity to experiment and grow as a writer. It’s a laboratory of words and ideas, somewhere I can try stuff out and throw concepts around. It’s my literary playground.
I hope you hang around for the ride, be you a once regular reader or a new recruit. I’ll be keeping the blog separate from my other social media platforms where I’ll continue to promote my fiction writing. This is not the place for that, I know that now. This is my safety valve, my sleepy hollow, away from the madding crowd, the endless hustle of promotions and deadlines. Here is my quiet place, today is the day.