Here we go. Once again a shameless post begging asking for a nomination in the Irish Blog Awards. Last year I was a new blogger, having only been blogging for five months when these awards came up. I was blown away to make it to the finals, but waaaah I didn’t win. Thankfully time heals, … More Hint hint!
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 … More Tonight if I could…
I have been writing a blog now for over one year. One year doesn’t seem like a very long time, but I have written almost every day. That is a lot of “my thoughts on a page”. Over the year I have seen a large number of bloggers disappear. It is frightening how many. Sometimes … More What keeps a blogger blogging?
I live in a permanent state of guilt. As I sit down today to begin typing on my keyboard, I look around and think, “I should get up and do something”. I can see the layer of dust on the fireplace, and the floor needs hoovering, I know I should start to make lunch, and … More Blogging helps me through my guilt.
Once again it is time to share with you, those who “Freshly Impressed” me this week. I am sure most of you reading, have been missed yet again, by the Freshly Pressed brigade. Except my blogging buddy, Don of all trades, who got himself selected, for his post, “an open letter to the Jane q. … More Freshly Impressed #3
For most of my life, I have had a blog. Long before wordpress, and even prior to the internet. A hidden blog, Somedays stored in my head, somedays in my heart. This blog was on private, with a dream theme. It had no fancy widgets, but was awash with all kinds of images. All copyrighted … More I miss my secret blog.
Do you ever begin to write a post, and another thought takes over? No matter how hard you try, to continue, you have to abandon what you are writing, and listen to your inner voice. Well today on two occasions, I began to write, only to be hijacked by this inner voice. I wanted to … More How lucky am I?