As with most things in my life, I am a rather dilettante blogger.
I am gratified and, rather childishly, thrilled when I see from the statistics that a heady 24 people have visited it on one day, but I don’t do anything about promoting it.
Not really sure what categories and tags are about, and only having the link on my email signature because the nice algorithm did it for me, I can’t claim to be anything other than a seriously self-indulgent writer.
Therefore, I take my hat off to people who do it so much better than me – nicely shot and embedded photos, posh layout, hundreds, nay thousands, of followers, all sorts of inventive links and stuff and stuff.
Being a woman of a certain age – when I started writing, it was on a typewriter – and I am lax about keeping up with any technology that doesn’t find itself into my daily life.
The effort to get better at it is always derailed by a dog walk, supper to cook, a book to read or more to the point, a few hundred Oxfam books to sort.
So fuzzy photos and lazily laid out copy, lax interest in many other blogs, and writing when I feel like it rather than having commitment to get stuff out there as often as possible, and no promotion whatsoever, are what works for me.
(I only just realised that though you can schedule when your blog is posted it goes up on Facebook and Twitter that moment, so I seem to have splurged all over the place when I had hoped to spread myself about a bit.)
So, as I say, I take my hat off to anyone who does it better than me and there are no doubt millions.
But at this point I want to take the aforementioned hat off to a friend who has turned his blog about living the Good life into a book.
Tom and Barbara Good and their two children Rather and Jolly ( yes, they are indeed nom des plumes) live on a small holding in Herefordshire and Tom has written the tale of how they did it – warts and all.
Once when we were working together, he told me how to set up a basic blog and encouraged me to go for it and this, dear reader, is the result.
But whereas I just witter about what I think at that moment, he has a story to tell and I have to admit that I have been reading it rather more avidly than my current book club book which is rather ernest and worthy, albeit good for me.
I spot things I know about him and his family and things I didn’t, and it makes me laugh – a real antidote to the book club book.
One chapter mentions something I once wrote, and I was so delighted.
By the way, it wasn’t all frills and frippery of presentation but a good/Good story and in the end that is what matters to middle-aged Deepest Sussex Housewives.
So, I will refrain from scheduling this witter, and I will have no pretensions about making a good tale out of my life, but I will keep on writing.
Now though, the supper needs cooking, the dog needs walking and there is a chair which needs upholstering.
And here is the link the to his book