I’ve been on the search tonight for blogs that interest me. I haven’t gone far to look, just a flurry of lazy clicking on WordPress’s Freshly Pressed. And so far I’m not impressed. It isn’t that the subjects aren’t interesting and it isn’t always the quality of the writing itself (as much as I can tell). It’s just that for me there has to be a distinctive point of view and so many blogs seem to just describe without opining. Maybe I just keep picking those ones.
I always read at least two posts before I relegate them to the bin. I never believed that you could find something on the telly by flicking, so I’m not going to suddenly believe that works with blogs.
Here are a couple that do get me. I don’t know if the subjects are interesting in themselves, but because the writer’s take is clear, I want to read.
Tammy lives in Iowa and is an internet content writer by day and SuperMum by night. She’s also a fellow author at Rainstorm Press but that isn’t why I’m plugging her. Everything about her writing is honest in an open sense and what’s more, she writes every day, which gives you something to look forward to.
I liked the voice of the writer again, where she bewails in matter-of-fact tones the perils of awkwardness. She tries too hard sometimes, but I like that, because it strikes me and makes me read carefully instead of skimming over the words.
I’m glad there are a lot of sites out there that don’t take my fancy. People should do / say / write / things that are meaningful for them. Followers are the Special Edition Extras on the back of the blog and its great if you even touch one person. If everyone was the same… well you know.
I guess you already know that recently I had another blog. A whole three posts of a blog. One of those was some really great pictures of the geese growing up. I keep thinking about putting those on this one, but the problem with that (to me) is that a blog post is true only in the moment. Putting them on the other and then taking them retrospectively onto this seems dishonest, as though it isn’t in the spirit of blogging.
The point of that blog was to relate to the book, in theme if not content, but somehow that seemed a little dishonest too. Sure, the book is going to be published (in May), and its theme is loosely self-healing, but my own experiences that have required healing are light and fluffy in comparison to what so many others have known. To write about me in that context seems to trivalise the real tragedies that need healing power. People who really know should be (probably are) writing those up in a blog. My book is a work of fiction.
I want to be honest and open and fair. Autotherapy is a thriller with shades of vampire. It isn’t self-help, about healing or lessons learned; it’s about death and loss and recovery (or not) and it’s pretty blunt for some characters. I know a little of those things – enough to write home about anyway but mine is recovery in a most mundane way. Real life is filled with food and work and love and the point of this blog isn’t to pronounce on how to heal. It does document ongoing healing and learning processed mainly through the creation of food in an economic, wasteless, hedonistic way. Feed the soul and you stand a chance of improving this life. It may be a very loose connection, but I wrote the book and I write the blog and damnit, I’m going to stick with it.
Tonight: chicken liver pate, in all its bloody glory.