You might have noticed some radio silence around here lately. That’s because I never like to do anything at 10 per cent, oh no. I like to dial it up to 420 per cent, frantically juggling 500 balls and then being stunned as I inevitably drop a few. Blogging, obviously, was a dropped ball.
I’ve got a lot of exciting projects on at the moment, and that’s where I’ve been focusing my time. There are lots people who run brilliant, witty, inspiration blogs about writing and reading – there’s no need for me to add my two cents just for the sake of you know, adding my two cents. I like to blog when I have something to contribute, but not just to make noise. Instead, I’d rather put my words into books. That’s what I’m better at.
I have a non-fiction book, due out 2018, and a solid-ish novel that just needs a bit more foundation shoved into it to make it really sturdy. I’ve been bitten by the story bug for another novel, and I plot it in my head as I drive and run and clean, aching to find time to get it down. Around all the fun stuff is the less-interesting life glue that takes up most of my time. You know, the full-time job, the studying, the basic things like cooking and cleaning and re-watching all Doctor Who. Essential stuff.
Oh, and planning for a year of backpacking. That’s right – my husband and I are about to spend 12 months travelling around the world, living out of our bags. We’ll be seeing the Northern Lights in Iceland, working in a bakery in the French Alps, hiking the Inca Trail, getting lost in New York, and being gardeners in Canada. This trip has taken a lot of planning and saving and organising, and I can’t wait to take a year off from the day job and see the world.
A lot have people have asked me if I’ll be blogging about my adventures. You know what? Maybe, but probably not. I have a strange relationship with blogs. For starters, they often require talking about yourself, which is something I am very uncomfortable with. Also, I think as soon as you set out on an adventure with an agenda of documenting it for an audience later, it changes how you experience things. You go into each event with this lens of “How will I tell this story? What will my audience think about this?”. You go from enjoying the moment to thinking about how you’re going to tell other people about the moment. And then, it’s just one more step to start thinking “I need to have the most fun! I need to do this thing the best/ most craziest/ most attractively etc. because I’m going to share it with everyone later!”. And pretty soon, your adventure becomes a performance.
I know it’s not like this for everyone, but I see this happen a lot. And I don’t want my life turning into a competition for likes or clicks or shares. I often write about my travels anyway; someone needs to provide my mother with a blow-by-blow description of my whereabouts and safety level, or she’ll freak out. If I feel like it, I might share some of stories here. But I’m not going to commit to anything, and if I don’t feel like it, I won’t. There are hundreds of fabulous blogs out there that are much more elegant, interesting and exciting than mine - go have a read and celebrate those blogger’s amazing work! Meanwhile, I might drop by to write a 5000 word homage to all the cheese I eat in France, but I might not. We’ll see.
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