Yes that’s what I’m doing! I’m blogging, like millions of other people. There are bloggers who write about their kids, or their cats. Other who post baby animal photos that are so cute they make your teeth ache. There are the bluff no-nonsense tech bloggers, men of few words and absolutely no sympathy for anyone who doesn’t speak their own particular esoteric language. Then there are the entrepreneurial types whose blogs sound as though they were written using this interesting little gizmo. But of all the bloggers I have read I think that writers are the most interesting and definitely the most anxious.
What I’m getting at is this – if you are a writer, anyone who reads your blog posts will be be doing so with “Hmmm, if I enjoy the blog post, would I enjoy the fiction?” somewhere in the back of their minds. So unlike almost any other blogger, we can’t really afford to let our hair down and just rant, or post when we are halfway through our second bottle of Chablis and are really really happy, or when we’re ill and our fingers are uncooperative. Because readers judge our professional writing by what they see on our blogs, our comments, our Goodreads accounts, etc.
Honestly, thinking about that constant scrutiny, I’m astonished any of us blog at all ever.
So I’m going to ignore it and thank Kenra Daniels for tagging me in the One Lovely Blogger meme, which i will continue after the cut.
The One Lovely Blog Award
Rules for the Lovely Blog award are to thank the blogger who nominated you, give seven facts about yourself, post the blog award badge on your site, and nominate 11 noteworthy blogs, notifying them you did so.
So thank you Kenra – her post is here . I know it was a couple of weeks ago but blog hops and a couple of those Amazon tagging things kicked my ass. Today I have time to think a bit so here we go.
Seven things about me – which may or may not be true, but I’ll say if they aren’t.
I am mostly English but have just enough Welsh blood to play rugby for them if they are ever really really really hard up for players. Not that I can play rugby. But I’ll happily trot out onto the pitch with oranges, hot towels and massaging lotion at half time.
I have a goitre! You don’t see many of those these days. I’d complain about how shitty it is to be hypothyroid if I had the energy.
I am 30lbs overweight, or as I prefer to call it, ‘cunningly camouflaging my goitre’. When I was 10 stone I looked as though I had failed to swallow a grapefruit, now that I am pleasing rounded the damn thing barely shows.
My cat once got a bit of grass stuck up its nose and it took a £250 vet bill to retrieve it. I was relieved but furious. £250 because the silly moggy had snorted grass? Why couldn’t he have smoked it like everyone else in the family?
I’m panicking slightly because Becky Black pointed out that it’s only seven and a bit weeks until Nanowrimo!!! I really need to get my ass in gear with fine tuning the rest of A Fierce Reaping. Yes I know that we are supposed to start a new project each time but I’d sooner finish one major project at a time thank you and another 50k words will round that story off nicely. More angst about that in a later post I expect.
I wrote erotica this week. *sigh* At least, the publisher had asked for erotica. What they’ll think about what I sent them is anyone’s guess. However, I doubt they will be too worried about the extreme liberties I took with the archaeology of the Brecon Beacons, which is what has been weighing on my conscience.
I’m not sure what to write next. I have too many WIPs. There’s Eleventh Hour, about secret service men in London in the 1920s. Or The Long Secret Summer, about farming on the south coast of England just after Dunkirk. A fantasy novel, which magic and swordplay, a historical fantasy about the trade in lapis lazuli, Florentine bankers’ spies and mercenaries. 250K word multi-volume paranormal about vampires that would be about 150K if it was edited properly. I have NO idea what to do next so I’ll get the pirate hat and bits of paper out.