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Abandoned Already?

How come if:


  • I am online EVERY day, reading other people's blogs
  • I LOVE writing
  • I LOVE reading
  • I WANT this blog to grow

You tell me why:

  • I WASTE so much time online doing anything but writing
  • I BEHAVE as though writing does not matter a jot
  • I EVEN read less than I could
  • I'm not a BIT surprised this blog isn't growing

So:

  • no BIG promises or pledges or laying my soul on the line


But:


Jolly GOOD LUCK to all of you!

Now then, Davis, take a leaf from their books.




The Inaugural Admission

Blogs, I've had a few 


...too many to mention. But only one remains in view ShirleyDavisCrafts (and even that blog has had many facelifts). The latest post tells you the crafter in me is having a sabbatical.

True. I am having a break

 

from crafting publicly and from writing about it. The purpose of this break is to allow time for the writing I love.

How it all began


At the beginning of infant school, we made patterns with a wax crayon in a big sugar paper book ( handmade for each pupil by the teacher). I tried to keep a straight line, to copy exactly the pattern on the blackboard at the front of the classroom.

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Once the practicalities were in place, my lifelong love of writing began. I wrote stories in little books at home and, later, I loved to make notes for history, geography and science, and to draw the necessary diagrams and maps. Indeed, my memories of those pages outlives the books themselves as they went to landfill heaven many years ago.

Back to my admission


I've had blogs about writing itself, about a little lamb called Lola, about my crafting life and, at one point, I bemoaned my state of health. All now wiped from the screen in front of you, irretrievable, cosmic dust floating in the voids of space and time.

So, what are we doing here?


Having a readership, an audience with a reader, any kind of contact with reality, gives the writer a reason to sit down and convey a message. While I am having a sabbatical from crafting online, I am continuing with a novel I began many years ago. It has had a facelift and lives in me, itching to get out. By having this blog, I have an exercise pad where I can practise, think and connect with other writes.

No tweaking allowed


My previous blogs suffered the fate of being overworked. The creative spirit fiddled with style and appearance more liberally than it created content. This time will be different.