Sunday, October 21, 2012
If you hunt around, there are an awful lot of people who've never put a blog up. And there are plenty more who write very short ones, as if they haven't got much to say. Loads of people don't write blogs with a beginning, a middle and an end. Or in the case of mine, a 15-minute ramble.
Just excuse me while I shove the cat up to the other end of the sofa. And get some cotton wool for my lacerations.
Ah, blogs. It's not that you need much to write about. Heaven knows, the actual gist of most of my blogs is slight in the extreme, as someone commented recently. Take yesterday's. I could have written 'Today I went to the market and bought some eggs then went and took some photos and looked for a present for my niece and on the way home I did my grocery shop at the supermarket.' Or last Wednesday's 'I found that my favourite coronation chicken sandwiches have so many calories in I daren't eat them any more.'
Most of us will only ever once have something momentous to say:
'I reached my goal weight!'
So it's a question of filling in blog time till we get there.
(Am I at 300 words yet?)
Re lacerations: I shoved the cat down the sofa, didn't I?