Blogging = Work

Who knew? Not I. I feel chastened by the relatively few mocking comments I’ve had about my volte-face since I announced I would begin blogging after swearing I never would. Years ago I decided blogs were navel-gazing rubbish, for the most part. (Perhaps it is not politically correct to say that…)

Since then I’ve encountered a lot of good blogs, blogs with wit, substance and great style. Did they change my mind about becoming a blogger? Nope. The real kick in the butt was that I no longer have a weekly column with the Guardian and I find myself itching to say things… and to have people say things back. Being a columnist spoiled me to some extent. Blogging is much more rigorous; I have to file? submit? publish? entries more often than I would have as a member of the print world.

There’s also nobody standing over my shoulder saying what I can and cannot write (not that Arthur Dash was that kind of editor, but you know what I mean). It’s heady, this freedom. I feel like running out and libelling somebody just for spite. But no, I’ll hold myself in check. My court clothes need cleaning since I did jury service the other day…

In the meanwhile, I’m plunging into the world of bloggers. Check my blogroll (what a word!) for a growing list of some of my favourites, and some blogs of my friends. This is a work in progress. My own blog here is also a work in progress and should become brighter and shinier as time goes by, if my sweet doux doux darling ex-husband (the senior branch of my tech support division) will oblige…

What do you think should go on it?

In other news, Karel Mc Intosh at Outlish Magazine sent me a note that one of her interview subjects mentioned Trinidad Noir in their interview. You can read the interview here.