Yesterday was my 200th Blog on “Spilt Milk”. I am amazed and a little pleased with myself for keeping it up for close to a year (weekends and holidays excluded).
Someone I was talking with today didn’t really understand what the purpose of blogging is. I’m not sure I do either but that is because it means something different to every blogger. Some of us have themes and even missions we put in front of readers. Some are trying to make money and cater to a particular niche. Some are experimenting with writing styles and appreciate the input of the blogging community about their work. Some use it as a type of journal and others like me haven’t really figured out what to use it for yet so we just write.
Recently I was asked to participate in a blogging group with a particular market audience. It wouldn’t require the same sort of daily input as this blog but may require a little more thought, research and study. I’m looking forward to it because it will challenge my skills in a different way and also give me opportunity to support the other bloggers in the group and seek out guest bloggers as well.
Certainly in 200 entries I have covered a wide variety of subjects and I have ventured into areas which are a bit risky for writers. Writing one’s own story, even when it’s in bits and pieces like mine is here, can be difficult territory when it touches on the lives of others in one’s life, particularly family and friends. Things which are said have to be carefully coated with love and respect without sacrificing the truth. It is tricky.
Strangely enough, baring my own soul is not that difficult. I think that comfort level has been a product of many years of work in the mental health field. So many times I have heard people tell their stories of difficulties and struggle. They have been honest and open with me and so trusting that I would honour those stories and hold them as sacred. Because of that I have come to have the same sort of trust with my story. Those who chose to dishonour the stories we live and tell, also dishonour themselves, so I don’t have to worry about them.
One of the benefits I was not expecting at all from blogging was meeting a whole new group of people who are members of the blogging family. My new acquaintances stretch from North America around the globe to India and Australia. They have good input and also keep me mindful of the global audience to whom I may have to explain customs and events which I take for granted. They even remind me about time differences and climate.
I mentioned a few weeks ago I am now in the process of reviewing the blog and seeking what I might change or tweek in the new year. Your honest evaluation and input is always welcome.
Thanks for reading. Wonder where the next 200 will take us.