Why do you not write? You are so funny and witty, you are a walking encyclopedia, reading about your travels is like sharing the same experiences with you, smelling what you have smelt, seeing what you have seen.
This is what a very dear friend of mine has told me two years ago – beside being a very nice compliment, it stuck in the back of my brains somewhere, every once lifting its head out of darkness and begging to be taken seriously.
Is writing a gift, a talent bestowed at haphazard? I do not know, I remember starting to write when I was very young, 8 or 9, typing away on an old mechanical typewriter, in summer I would build a tent on the terrace amidst vine and maturing grapes (the smell of it still lingers). Mostly shmalzy romance stuff which I read to my family, a rather critical audience and not very encouraging („why does the couple eat trout with noodles, this is a no go!“ – they should study some recipes these days!).
Another blog, do we need that? I will leave out the analysis of my blog studies, all the technical stuff, social media, the anxieties, the doubt. But I believe a blog is about relationship, person to person, how will you ever meet anybody if you stay in the closet? I found encouragement from Scott McIntyre, his blog Vivid Ways is „all about bringing you brilliant ideas, practical tips and articles on ‘colorful living’. Colorful living is simply leading a life worth remembering.“ who wrote to me: Speaking from my own experience, I can thoroughly recommend just jumping off ;-).
And that is what I will do now: JUMPING OFF! You, my new family (of e kind), will be my new audience, I only beg you to be more considerate and constructive in your criticism, your comments are vital to me and will help me getting better. And please, do relate!