What the blog?!

In the parlance of Facebook- which, by the way, is the work of the devil and must be avoided at all costs if you plan on ever getting anything done- I have been poked by the continually pokey Wakeup. I’m supposed to tell you a little bit about myself, which I do anyway on a somewhat random basis, how I came to blog, and why I blog.

It’s not really a question that is simple to answer, since the truth is a terribly vague “I have absolutely no idea”. I had never really come across blogging before Lady Woodvale started when I worked for her. Then I left, set up my own business and assumed I’d have loads of time on my hands and therefore needed a goal. I had turned thirty and worried that I wasn’t this hotshot career girl like most of friends and felt I needed a purpose. My mother has always nagged at me to ‘be a writer’ but I never had any idea whether I could, or indeed should. So I decided that blogging would be a good way of finding out- since it is quite anonymous, if you want it to be, I figured I could have a bash and see where it took me. I never really expected to have any readers, or indeed to find blog-pals with whom I check in daily. For the first few months of ‘working from home’ when I felt quite alone and worried that I’d done the right thing, that contact made a powerful difference to my self-esteem.

Then a friend who is, I hope, moving to Canada one day soon, wondered what she’d do without me- since I am the person she asks about cooking and cleaning- and I told her she could find what she needed on my blog. It’s called Domestic Godd-esque since I don’t for one minute consider myself to be Nigella (who is a goddess) or Anthea (who is a cockroach). But I have a go. And I don’t think I do too badly. I write about me, since it’s the subject I know most about, and since I have spent my whole life wanting to be some 1950′s-style housewife (I don’t want the 1950′s male chauvinist attitudes to a woman’s place or anything, I just want the aprons!) I write about my family, past experiences, friends; about my domestic life with DH, who I love with all my heart. I write about books that I have read, restaurants I enjoyed eating at. I write about guilty pleasures that show my true colours, but that I could never admit in public (ironic, given that this blog is in the public domain.) And I write if I have useful housecleaning tips, or great recipes that I want to share. In short I write about the things that fill my head on a daily basis. Although it has to be said that I don’t write on a daily basis at the moment since work and DH-working-from-home (still campaigning for wireless and a laptop all of my very own) conspire against me.

Some (mad) people, really enjoy reading my little blog, which is the biggest thrill. Some, sadly, are offended. But I don’t write to offend or upset. I have spent my whole life trying to please everyone…I love mothering. It’s the one thing I am really good at. I write lighthearted fluffy stuff that could only be on the shelf in Waterstone’s next to Kerry Katona’s new book, or at least that’s my intention. I want to amuse and possibly offer up some advice, tips or recipes. But the main reason I write is for myself. I love my life and everyone in it, but there are some days when even the most-loved people drive you crackers. And on days like that, I can read back through my blog and remind myself about the good things. Or I can write.

Now I’m supposed to pass this on….I’m curious to read about the reasons for CJ, Gwen and Nunhead Mum taking up blogging…

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