Why I Write. {Fashionably Late}

The lovely Margaret from Techie Mum invited me to join this blog hop, many moons ago; whilst I was still The Hesitant Housewife. And here I am, six weeks later, finally writing my post! (Sorry Margaret!)

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What Am I Working On? 

Finding my spark. Or, more accurately, maintaining my spark. I am full to the brim with ideas, thoughts and opinions. It’s getting them from my head to the metaphorical paper that I struggle with. Weeks seem to fly by, without me writing a single word. It is all inside me, I just need to ignite it.

How Does My Writing Differ From Others In Its Genre? 

I think my genre would be classified as ‘personal blogging’ and the beauty of that is we are all different. We all have our own stories to tell. I guess that is how I might differ from other ‘Mummy Blogs’. I love reading bloggers who can find something to write about anything, and can fill screens with their words every day; and still be fresh and funny and original, even about the mundane. That is not me. Maybe it comes back to the aforementioned spark? I can only write when I have something to say. I hope that is part of the reason why people read my blog, because they want to read my stories, read what I need to say, when I need to say it.

Why Do I Write What I Do?

I write about my life, often about deeply personal things. I write because sometimes I need to get things out of my head. Often I find myself getting to the end of a post, and realising I’ve written sense into an issue that has been swirling around in my head for weeks or months, or even years sometimes. Why do I share these thoughts with the world wide web? Because of the people who reply. Because of the comments on my blog, or on Facebook. The emails and private messages. Because of all the people who say “I hear you”, or “I feel the same”.  The world can be a lonely place.  Sometimes I need to reach out, and hope that someone grabs my hand. Sometimes people reach out, and hope that I will grab theirs.

How Does My Writing Process Work?

Ha! What process? Most of my posts come to me whilst I lie in bed, trying to sleep. Thoughts and phrases, ideas and opinions, all bounce around as I try and switch off and go to sleep. I even go as far as putting things in my phone, to use later, when I am actually sitting in front of a computer. I have pages and pages of notes all ready for me to magically turn in to posts. The reality is that eventually some thoughts get too big to ignore, to push to the bottom of a list under the million other things that fill my day. So I sit at my desk, and I type out what is in my head, and I press publish. I can’t sit on posts, I can’t save drafts and schedule for another day. I write, I post. And then I exhale.

I was supposed to pass this on to other bloggers, but I am so ridiculously late to the party, everyone has already done it. Better late than never, right?! 

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