I haven’t been doing this blogging thing for very long, as you may know, but when I started, I sort of saw myself as a fledgling Jane Austin. An unobtrusive observer of life. You know – telling stories of society and the manners/mores imprisoning it. Speaking as other people, about other people. A narrator of a world inhabited but detached from. An Everyman.
It was disconcerting then – nay shocking! – to meet up with friends and more experienced bloggers and be told that I had failed entirely to hit that spot!!! Apparently I write exactly as I speak!!!!! So much for donning a separate persona!! Blogging would appear to be much more complicated than I had imagined. Writing obviously requires greater thought. Less use of the personal pronoun. Shorter sentences? Longer sentences? More dialogue? More description? Less description? More profound issues? Broader stroke?
As I head off to work now, I have much to ponder. How to spice this up? Anonymize?Commentary on pressing world affairs? Tutorials on dressmaking? Concentration on gardening issues? Comedy routines?
But a further thought occurs to me. I took this up as a bit of relaxation. As a respite from daily life, a destressor. Perfecting new ways of communicating sounds such a lot of hard work. For which I have neither energy nor appetite. I fear you’ll have to make do with me just as I am, after all!!!