Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Shhh...it's a secret


Linzi doesn't know I've got a blog. I haven't consciously been keeping it from her, but neither have I volunteered the fact that I've been using this corner of cyberspace to vent and rant and talk about us.

Now I feel weird about it, and I'm trying to figure out why. I haven't written anything she'd be particularly surprised about.

When we first met, I used to write. A lot. I used to be much better than I am now. There's no doubt about it, if you don't practice, you get rusty. It's not like riding a bike. I've spent the past five years working with and on terse technical documents, which has left very little room for adjectives and metaphors and pathetic fallacy.

Linzi is continually on at me to get back to it. She's convinced that I could be really good. Her confidence in me frightens me.

I'm afraid that if I tell her about it, she will see this blog as the first step to me starting again. And it isn't.

Writing this actually helped me figure that out. Ker-azy.

Edit: What's even more frightening is the possibility that I am like one of those deluded buckos from American Idol - you know, the ones with a comically tenuous grasp on reality, their confidence bolstered by family members who're equally blinkered to their obvious inadequacies, to the point where you think they may be slightly brain-damaged - who thinks they're good because a few close friends and family have given them words of praise, then BOOM! Simon Cowell comes in with a slap upside the head, giving them a much needed reality check.

Go ahead. Be my Simon. I'd rather find out sooner than later. :-)

7 Comments:

Beckie R blathered this crap:

My husband knows I blog and makes fun of me. But the other day, I'd left my blog on the screen and he saw it and read the top post, which happened to be about us arguing. He confessed later, saying he'd never read anyone's "diary" before and he felt bad. "That's what it's there for," I said. "You can read it all you want." "No," says he, "I won't do it again." Oh well.

Sandie blathered this crap:

When you write something it's like having a conversation. You have to explain yourself and that makes you think more about what you are feeling and thinking. I often formulate my ideas while talking to a friend or one of my sisters.

Kav blathered this crap:

beckie: Weird, I've never thought of a blog in the same way as a diary. Suppose he has a point though. Except it's a diary the entire planet can read*.

sandie: True. When I start writing I usually have no idea where I'm heading. Don't know if that's a good thing or not.


*provided they understand English and have a Computer and access to the internet.

Michael blathered this crap:

I think of my blog as a record of events. It's documentary. Also mine is quite specifically content managed to avoid my personal life. Mostly I write for my own benefit... in the hope that one day I can look back and have a laugh about how things have been. :)

Kav blathered this crap:

Mine's pretty much all personal. I'm still in two minds about putting pics in. Seems to make things much more...open.

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