What is it that I am looking for in the blogging scene?

I am circumspect in what I say.  This is for a start.

I am looking for writing – not so much ‘good blogs’ as good writing.

It doesn’t have to be perfect.

It needs to be as good as someone can make it.

It doesn’t matter – I was going to say ‘about its genre’, but I don’t like most romance.  I have read some romances that are not genre.  I have read romantic scenes within writing that is not genre.  I have read some romances that are genre that I recognise as good writing.  But I don’t easily choose ‘romance’.

I have been trying to say this for a long time.

I don’t want chat-sites.

I don’t want Facebook take-offs.

I write on, relentlessly, trying to find my way.

People are busy with Christmas preparations, and I don’t care about it.

I’m still getting over NaNo, and I feel as though no one is bothered about that, now, but I have the odd post I wrote back then – actually, only early this month but that seems such a long time ago – that I couldn’t publish (in the WordPress way) then – and need to now, so I can move on.

‘Blog – Friday 6 December 2019.

‘Gotta round it up.  Gotta round it up.  Gotta . . .

‘I was old in there – my real, old self.

‘Give up on it!  Give up on the pretence!

‘Told you so!  Told you so!

‘Shad up!  Shad up!  Shad up!’

 

My writing is my writing, you know?

I had long years at school where I learnt basic rules and regulations about writing.

I’m glad I had that grounding.  It seems, these days, that young people don’t have that sort of grounding any more.  I met a teacher once – oh, in one of those many courses I attended – and she explained that young people don’t get the basic grounding that we got (she was about my age) because there just wasn’t time.

Young people, these days, needed to have computer and IT skills, for instance, which – well, computers hardly existed during my childhood.

We were taught spelling and grammar on a rote sort of basis.

They were keen to instil a wide vocabulary in us – and so we learned more and more words that were not common in everyday speech – and we used them.

When I tried to write popular, genre fiction, I ‘unlearned’ those words, looking for simpler ones that would do in their place – my readers needed to know what I was talking about.

And then I did an academic course, literature and history of ideas, and the words were okay again – and more terms and words implicit with the discussion of those subjects – they might not be easy for a layperson to understand, but they were necessary for that structure we found ourselves in.  Sorry, that was a mouthful.

But I write as I write, and I write in different ways to suit what I am writing about, or to suit my mood – my moods can be varied.

Sometimes, you need to join the jargon.

Sometimes, it’s just the dots.

It is NaNoWriMo, but so what? Let’s be clear. I am not worried about my writing itself.

was.  I felt as though it was important, what I had to say.

I do not care about being ‘the genius author’.

I think that writing does not necessarily ‘endure’ – you’re lucky if it survives the dust-off that people do after someone dies.

A close relative has said to me that my writing will not be thrown away after I die.

I have a clause in my will that I want it keeping.

I have hopes that might happen.

Fame and glory is a secondary thing.

If I can get my writing published, I will.

I don’t fancy self-publishing.

I might change my mind about that because if my writing was published, it would have to be on my own terms.

No editor for me altering my every other word.