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Living as it is done...
Oct. 7th, 2014 11:18 amI was reflecting a little bit this morning on what I use this journal for, and what journals in the main have become.
When I started back in whatever it was, this was a place to jot down random happenings, and updates on my personal life. That was reflected in a readership of mostly people who knew me, and who might be interested in going out for a drink in Glasgow or, at a stretch, meeting up when I was in London.
I didn't feel embarrased or self-absorbed to fill entries with how I was feeling that day because I was writing 1) mostly for me and 2) mostly for people who knew me.
Most entries were jumping off points for conversations in the comments, never an end in themselves.
That style of entry pre-dominated while I was going through a marriage break up, moving back to Glasgow, establishing new relationships and new friendships and then settling into a long term and rewarding partnership.
While all that was happening, journals seemed to change. We aren't bloggers anymore, we're Citizen Journalists. A journal seems to need a big theme, big stories. I didn't blog much about the Independence Referendum here, becasue it seemed to be something I was talking about every day, in pubs and at work, at dinner parties and on street corners.
I'm not blogging about politics here now because I feel largely tired and disillusioned with politics - why complain about the Tories plan to get rid of Human Rights legislation in the UK when we agreed to stay part of the UK? Why worry who makes up the UK parliament when we agreed to be ruled by them, knowing that the Scottish vote means almost nothing in that parliament? I'm sure this is mostly just a hangover, and that I'll shake it off, but for now politics just seems old and stale and remote.
I don't blog much about my work here - I'm not sure that's a safe thing to do, or a professional one.
I don't blog much about relationships here - there are too many old flames and friends around that it would seem like washing dirty laundry in public (or showing off the clean laundry, which would be as bad).
What keeps me coming back, I suppose, is the same thing that kept me here in the first place: I like to write. I like the look of those black spider tracks on a white page, and I like making them happen.
I guess this is a long way round of apologising for what is summed up much better in the journal's title: I talk too damn much, and it's too damn much about me.
I think the politics will come back. I think I'll have things to say about movies and comics, about art and travel, hell, maybe even about love.
For now, though, there wil be the usual diet of musings and trivia, and the odd link to a song or two...
Thanks for listening.
When I started back in whatever it was, this was a place to jot down random happenings, and updates on my personal life. That was reflected in a readership of mostly people who knew me, and who might be interested in going out for a drink in Glasgow or, at a stretch, meeting up when I was in London.
I didn't feel embarrased or self-absorbed to fill entries with how I was feeling that day because I was writing 1) mostly for me and 2) mostly for people who knew me.
Most entries were jumping off points for conversations in the comments, never an end in themselves.
That style of entry pre-dominated while I was going through a marriage break up, moving back to Glasgow, establishing new relationships and new friendships and then settling into a long term and rewarding partnership.
While all that was happening, journals seemed to change. We aren't bloggers anymore, we're Citizen Journalists. A journal seems to need a big theme, big stories. I didn't blog much about the Independence Referendum here, becasue it seemed to be something I was talking about every day, in pubs and at work, at dinner parties and on street corners.
I'm not blogging about politics here now because I feel largely tired and disillusioned with politics - why complain about the Tories plan to get rid of Human Rights legislation in the UK when we agreed to stay part of the UK? Why worry who makes up the UK parliament when we agreed to be ruled by them, knowing that the Scottish vote means almost nothing in that parliament? I'm sure this is mostly just a hangover, and that I'll shake it off, but for now politics just seems old and stale and remote.
I don't blog much about my work here - I'm not sure that's a safe thing to do, or a professional one.
I don't blog much about relationships here - there are too many old flames and friends around that it would seem like washing dirty laundry in public (or showing off the clean laundry, which would be as bad).
What keeps me coming back, I suppose, is the same thing that kept me here in the first place: I like to write. I like the look of those black spider tracks on a white page, and I like making them happen.
I guess this is a long way round of apologising for what is summed up much better in the journal's title: I talk too damn much, and it's too damn much about me.
I think the politics will come back. I think I'll have things to say about movies and comics, about art and travel, hell, maybe even about love.
For now, though, there wil be the usual diet of musings and trivia, and the odd link to a song or two...
Thanks for listening.
