A few days ago Sue Vincent included me in her list for the blogger recognition award. I don’t do the award thingy as a general rule but this is more like a way of saying thank you to the people who interact on our blogs and make the whole thing turn, swing, sing and inspire. So thank you, Sue, one of the inspirations I’ve found since I’ve been blogging. And I still can’t quite get my head around the idea that we lived just around the corner from one another when we were teenagers and maybe queued up together at the same chippie on a Saturday night.
This is the to do list:
- Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
- Write a post to show your award.
- Give a brief story of how your blog started.
- Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
- Select up to fifteen bloggers you want to give this award to.
- Comment (or pingback) on each blog to let them know that you’ve nominated them and provide a link to the post you’ve created.
The blog started when I got my first publisher in 2012 and realised I had to come out of my garret. It began as a vehicle for the soon-to-be-published book, and I quickly found I really enjoyed it, especially the possibility of using photos and other illustrations to make a piece of blatant promotion more appealing. The notion was a difficult one to accept, much too reminiscent of getting out on the floor and dancing. Somebody might be watching! Well, yeah, and someone might be reading your blog too, dumbwit. That’s the point. But unlike dancing and hoping to catch the eye of someone you fancy, while possibly making an utter fool of yourself, blogging is really quite sedate, mannerly and generous-spirited. I took photos of the place where I lived, four-legged companions, and even plucked up the nerve to start writing and publishing poetry. Before I knew it, I was a fully paid up member of the blogosphere.
Giving advice is always fraught with hubris and ridicule. Who am I to advise anyone about anything except perhaps how to handle several pre-school age tots at once 24 hours a day 7 days a week, or what to expect from an adopted Galgo with a broken childhood liable to panic attacks in the presence of humans, or maybe what a load of my eye the whole mystique of the wine cult is. About blogging, all I can do is repeat what I have got out of it, the pleasure of having a place to toss out ideas for a novel, experiment with poetry and writing in all its forms, bore people other than family with snaps of the cat, and to vent about anything and everything. It’s a pleasure, like a scrapbook held up for the world (well, a few followers) to see and comment on. Just make it worth the read.
Don’t forget to cherish the friendship blogging brings either. You will probably never meet the vast majority of people you exchange comments, congratulations and commiserations with, but it will feel as if you know them as well as family (and like them better than some). You can count on blogger friends. They will read your books even when your own kith and kin find a million other things they have to do instead. They’ll encourage and help when you’re not sure you’ve got something right. They will put themselves out and give their time because that’s what friends do. Make sure you take their friendship for real.
This is a very short list of some of the people I would like to thank for just being themselves. Incidentally, they also have blogs worth a visit.
Merril, Kerfe,Willow, Candice, Claudia, Holly, clcouch (Robin), Mr Platypus, Damien, Liz, Ken, Lynn, Bojana, Paul, Colleen, Goff, Michael. Some of you have private blogs, but you are (private) friends nonetheless.