Apologies for the lack of updates over the last couple of months. It’s been a crazy busy time around here but I’m mostly still treading water. We’re all a little stressed – and that’s a trigger for worsening poor Lucy’s schizophrenia
The basics are
Samantha has been offered a new job at the other end of the country. After much discussion, she’s accepted it and we’re moving next month down to Cardiff.
Unfortunately, and making packing and moving much harder than anticipated, Samantha has broken her leg. One of the most terrifying phonecalls a man can recieve is one from the hospital saying his wife’s been in an accident. She tripped and fell down the stairs at work, gave herself mild concussion, a couple of cracked ribs and a displaced fracture of her right leg. She’s been struggling post-operation on her leg, groggy with painkillers and looking for something to do other than watch TV and read – she’s a very active woman and being mostly immobile isn’t working for her. I’ve been spending a lot of time with her, keeping her company
I’m hoping to get caught up reading your posts over the next couple of days or so. Things are getting easier now we’re finding our current rhythm around the house.
The internet, blogging spaces especially, make me feel like a dirty old man. We’re going to completely ignore the fact that I am a dirty old man and focus on how young everyone else online seems to be.
I come across random blogs, start reading only to realise that the writer is in their 20s or 30s. I’ve joined interest groups on Dreamwidth and all the posts seem to be from younger ladies. I feel hesitant to start a conversation, to request to add them because I don’t know how they’d feel about a… (and I use the term loosely) more mature man reading their posts.
I try to imagine how I would feel if the situation was reversed; if I were that age and found out that someone old enough to be my father were wanting to read my blog. I think I’d feel quite awkward. I doubt I’d be interested in reading what they had to say.
Do I necessarily feel comfortable reading posts by someone young enough to be my son – if not younger than him. Am I opening myself up for completely inaccurate accusations of inappropriateness?
I did an interest search for over 60s but it was unsuccessful. I did a google search for ‘over 60s blogs’ and learned a hell of a lot about how to dress as a woman over 60 which I’m sure would be really useful were I of the female persuasion. I offered to send the links to an amused Samantha* and she shot me a look that would make a lesser person drop down dead.
Then again, does age really matter? Isn’t this whole thing about getting to meet people that I wouldn’t normally meet. Doesn’t science-fiction etc transcend barriers of age, gender, race, sexuality etc.
Or is my son right and I am ‘too old’ for this?
* Samantha is still many years from 60
Thank you everyone for your tips and advice on my last post. I definitely found it helpful, and if anything it just reaffirmed what I already suspected.
Write from the heart, write about what I want to write about, write about whatever is in my head, write about what interests me, write about what makes me happy, write about my life.
So what does that mean? what interests me and makes me happy?
My wife and girlfriend. Polyamory. My son. Books I read, music I listen to, movies/tv I watch. Science fiction. Superheroes (Marvel and DC). Football. Fishing. Gardening. Astronomy. BDSM.
I’m not completely sure how any of these are going to translate into posts but I’ve also been told to not think so hard about, just ‘put pen to paper’ and ‘dont expect perfection on page 1’
All food for thought and I’m interested to see how it all plays out
I have however been working on the title for this thing. Instead of being a bland Jack’s Journal, I’ve now got a name of Flying To The Stars:Adventures in Space, Time, Polyamory, and Fishing which I really do like. I’ve also got a layout that I’m much happier with.
One step at a time. Perfect won’t happen on page 1.
This blogging thing is certainly more difficult than I anticipated. Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying it but the more I learn the more I discover I don’t have a clue.
I’m not happy with the title of my journal. Jack’s Journal. Yes, it’s very ‘does what it says on the tin’ but I don’t feel it fits and I don’t know what else to call it. How do I go about choosing a name for this thing? Something that reflects who I am and what I’m writing about.
I’m not happy with the layout of this site. I like it enough but again I’m not entirely sure it reflects me same as the name.
Topics to post about. I have no idea what makes an interesting post. I’m pretty sure though that ‘Today I took the dog for a walk, read my book, watched some TV, ate dinner, had great sex, went to bed’ isn’t exactly exciting. I do read a lot and thought about maybe writing reviews but I have no idea how to write a book review.
So this is where I ask for your advice: How do I come up with a better name and how do I know what to write about?