It's about time, I thought. After all, everyone's doing it, aren't they?
Blogging, I mean.
haven't tried it, so far. Until now. As a writer, I've always had the
feeling that my writing should be channelled into something more
productive, something that someone, somewhere, might pay actual money
Which is all very well, except that recently I
haven't been writing. So as an excuse for not maintaining an online
journal, or web-log ('blog'), it doesn't really stand up.
I've lots of things I want to be doing, and only so much -- or so
little -- time to do them. I have several interests: writing fiction;
writing non-fiction; reading; listening to radio drama and
book-readings; photography; fiddling with computers; going to the
theatre, listening to music (on CD, and -- in the case of classical
music -- going to concerts). And architecture. Mustn't forget that one,
even if it is my work, and as such I have mixed feelings about it.
Some years ago I even cultivated an amateur interest in philosophy, though I never properly followed it through.
the last few weeks I have swayed with the breeze and become interested
in the bizarre world of 'podcasting' -- to the extent that I've even
produced an experimental podcast of my own.
But when do I find time for all of this, as well as the day-to-day living, cooking, laundry, etc?
answer is that I don't. Something gets reluctantly squeezed out, left
on the side of the highway that is my congested calendar. But neither am
I particularly willing to give stuff up. I do all this -- or try to --
because I like it.
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