This is a brief post as I am run off my feet at work and have a rather unfortunate task to do at home which involves repeating a phrase on a piece of paper. I may tell about this task a bit more at another time but I am too shy right now.
And that is what I am thinking about at the moment.
How much does one say on a blog?
How much do I tell?
Everything I say I will be honest about but how much of my thoughts and desires do I tell?
It is an odd thing a blog. There is a bit of arrogance to it. I have to assume that there are some people in their busy, full lives who will be prepared to spend a few minutes looking at what I write even though what I write is only my little view on things. When I think of what I am asking I have to sit down and calm myself. I am not comfortable speaking out like this only because I am suggesting that it could be read.
I just want to write and so I have to trust that people will make up their own minds about how they spend the spare minutes of their lives.
At the moment my
life is blossoming, changing from what it was into I know not what. I like it. I like that I am changing and am curious about what I will find.
I feel like I am leaving home and going to a new place, a place of learning where there is safety and risk and hope and fear. It is as though I am growing up and in doing so I find myself a girl again.
I want to write about things that I think are very tame (for most people that would frequent this kind of place) but these are things that are not only new to me but also so far away from my regular haunts that I am a girl abroad, all but lost in alien lands.
I want to write a piece based on Michael’s post about school (a fictional school for grown up girls) on Devlin’s blite. (Blite – a cross between a blog and a site)
I want to write about parties (not the regular kind) and how and why I want to go to one and what makes me shake with fear when I think of it.
I want to write about these aching, exhausting desires I feel, so potent and overwhelming that I cannot imagine how others do not sense them from me.
I want to write about other things that I cannot even mention here.
I am scared I will gush and horrify or that I will be so tame and virginal that I will be dull.
I presume this is a growing pain.
I trust that soon I will know more.
Poppy,
Those all sound like wonderful post topics. This is your blog; say whatever you like. My only warning is to be careful about revealing personal, identifying details about yourself or others. Otherwise, I'd love to read whatever you have to say.
Hugs,
Hermione
Thank you so much.
I have no desire to let out anything out about the outside- that would mean I could never say another word about the stuff I need to say.
It is odd – the things I want to write are achingly personal. Things that would identify me would be dull and not as personal but would prevent me from saying the personal stuff. Look at me repeating myself. Sorry – just excited to see you at my little blog!
I agree with Hermione. This is your space, your corner of the world where you can say anything you wish to. Be as virginal as you wish and delve into the darkness from time to time, whatever floats your boat.
We will be here waiting to hear whatever you wish to say.
Poppy, as Hermione says, write whatever you like, but just take certain common sense precautions. Write what you know about, what you want to know about and what you fear knowing about. Write about real life occurrences and write fiction. Write about what makes you happy and what makes you sad. Write about whatever excites you and whatever bores you. Write about your dreams and your nightmares. Write about the commonplace and the extraordinary. Just write. You are intelligent, creative and talented, Poppy, and I along with many others greatly enjoy your unique perspective on things and to see you grow and spread your wings. Fly, Poppy, fly.
Poppy, yes, go for it girl, you are everything that Michael says, and then some.
So far I love what you have written.
As you write, you will grow.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Measha, Michael and Paul,
Thank you so much for your words of support. It means a lot to me. It is all so new.
Now I am worrying about writing about what I want to write. I will stop now.
Stop worrying that is, not stop writing.
I will breathe now. And have a glass of wine.
Poppy, as everyone has noted, write about your feelings. In r/l we are not able to sit over a cup of coffee and discuss these thoughts and emotions. Thank goodness for our private blogspace to wrestle with the inner changes and opinions, unspoken desires. I know my space allows me to work through my feelings, flesh out my thoughts and gives me access to brains and opinions I would not otherwise have. It is a good thing. CD