Tonight if I could I’d like to write a private post.
A post to me, by me.
A post where I could vent, worry, cry, moan and laugh.
A post I would have written if I knew no one would read.
Knowing others are reading,
has in some ways removed the free flow of my writing.
Many comment quite regularly,
that my writing is so honest.
Is it honest to half say something?
Or even not to speak of it at all?
Am I myself when I write,
or the person behind “my thoughts on a page”.
I have written on so many topics,
the name of my blog giving me free reign.
However am I changing as a blogger,
or do I still enjoy freedom of speech?
Writing is a strange pastime.
We are solitary as we write
but once published we want company,
and care what others think.
So tonight even as I write about not writing,
I care what you think.
I apologise for not writing what you might enjoy reading,
and still in the back of my mind is the post I wish I was writing.