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I am logging out of all social media and my blogs (this one and the other one) for the next couple of weeks. Of course, I’m worried I’ll miss stuff, that I’ll be disconnected from things I love and that might inspire me. I’ll miss moments that mean so much to others that mean something to me. But remember there was life before the internet was accessible in our hands 24/7.
Maybe I sound like a bad parent but watching my daughter learn to read is one of the most frustrating processes of my life. It is enjoyable, enriching, amazing and also totally tediously exasperating. I should be extolling the obvious positives of the experience and 99% of the time I will. I’m amazed that a child, who in September, could barely recognise her name is reading stories, short as they are, by herself. Writing her name, asking for you to spell out words so she can write them, trying to form her own sentences, sounding out every new word she…
I obviously fancy myself a writer a little bit as I’ve started a blog. But when I describe or sheepishly refer to myself as a writer or talk about my aspirations of writing, this is me talking about fiction. Writing about myself or my hair and my weight is pretty easy. Easy in comparison to letting people read my stories.