I don’t really know why I’m sticking with this blogging lark. I started it as a way to practice writing and practice making my writing public. I had no idea what I would write about until I started. Eventually, I decided to just write about my own interests and daily grind in my own voice and see what happened. I’m not on any soapbox, I’m not trying to convert anyone to anything. I’m not actively seeking followers by writing controversial or instructional posts. I’m just trying to be myself and, for the most part, be honest. I know that a small number of real-life friends check in every now and then which is probably the aspect that makes me feel the most shy. I have gathered a tiny group of loyal followers with whom I have a friendly conversation via comments. I love comments.
‘They seem to be lovely people, your bloggy ladies’, Husband observed last week and I agreed. You really are. All the same, I don’t really know you and it can be very difficult to gauge an audience which is mostly hidden from view. I know we share interests in cooking, gardening, reading and whatever else. Presumably, that’s why you clicked the follow button. But surely there are days when we must all abandon our theme. Stop all the clocks.
Where am I going with this? I usually try to be succinct but today I have stared at this screen for an hour and I have written and deleted three separate posts before trashing each one as being inappropriate, over-emotional or self-righteous.
There is only one image to go with this post. I’m fairly sure that it has already been burned into your brain as it has into mine.
Yesterday, Teenage Son’s economics teacher began his class by projecting the picture of Aylan Al-Kurdi on to the whiteboard and saying,
‘Boys, it’s time ye took your heads out of your arses and realised what’s going on in the world’.
I can’t say it better than that.