Blogging for my Nan!

When I was writing my first blog I thought about how I could self censor.  I came to the conclusion that it would be very difficult.  It might be a good idea to save a draft of all posts, and come back and re-read them the next day before posting.  That way I can avoid posting during a really low moment and regretting it later.  I also decided that it may be a good idea to ask someone else to read the blog, and see what they they think.  So I asked a very trusted friend to have a read and make sure my ramblings were not too self indulgent or ranting etc.  So thank you, to my editorial consultant!  Any complaints, please forward them to her.....hehehe

She also told me that she had started a blog herself, but had not written it for ages.  This got me to thinking about blogs, the modern day diaries.  When you start one, full of enthusiasm, you write lots and often, but as the enthusiasm wears off and life carries on around you, entries get fewer and farther between.  Unless of course you are very disciplined, and one of the rare breed that is meticulous about completing a diary every day.  I'm sad to say I've never managed it.  So back to the blog, as an enthusiastic newbie, there will probably be lots and lots of posts, but I really will try to post regularly, even when the novelty wears off.  Honest.....

My Fabulous Nan was a diary writer.  For many years she wrote her diary every night, last thing before going to bed.  Every Christmas she had to have an A4 page a day diary.  Not because she had a lot to say for herself, but because her writing was untidy, and not legible if she wrote small.  A trait I fear I may have inherited!  Unfortunately she stopped writing the diary when she had a stroke, which affected the hand she wrote with.  Now I think that is such a shame, as the diaries she would have written after the stroke would probably have been so enlightening.  How she was feeling, how she coped and how she saw the world from a new perspective.  I don't know what became of any of her diaries, but I really wish I could read them.  But I wish even more that I could read the ones she didn't write!

In some small way, that gives me encouragement to keep up this blogging business.  To make her proud, and so one day my daughter my be able to read about what happened to me, how I coped, how I was feeling and how I viewed the world!  If she wants to that is.

C x x x