Sometimes people buy you flowers or give you chocolates if you’re feeling under the weather. My brother set up a blog page for me. He is obviously fed up with me not ‘getting my writing out there’. He doesn’t even know if it’s any good. He’s never seen or heard any of it. Few people have. But I’ve been writing for years and do nothing with it. It was always just my own thoughts and feelings about me and my life and my world, sometimes poems, sometimes reflections, sometimes short stories and about forty thousand words of a book I’ve left fallow. Just stuff.
So this is it. My blog. It might prove to be garbage and not at all your cup of tea. But that’s ok ‘cos I don’t like everything I read. I am even capable now of putting down a book and refusing to finish it because I’m just not enjoying it. Before, it was an absolute must to finish what I had started reading. But life’s too short.
So, if you don’t like what you read here I will not be offended if you ‘put down the book’, close the page or just walk away. Everyone’s life is too short.
This is all going to start with stuff I’ve written over the years. Some of it is about children and some of it is about parenting. Some of it is about education, some about depression. Or faith. Hopefully, some of it will appeal or strike a chord.
I’ll try not to post the real garbage because I’ve definitely written some of that. Cringeworthy stuff. Writing I’ve kept because I tend to keep everything. Ask my sister. I’m a bit of a hoarder. Most of it I’ve kept because, like ugly photographs, I like the comparison when things are looking better.
I’ll include dates of when things were written otherwise you’ll think I’ve lost the plot and don’t know what age I am or how many children I have or where I lived or who has died.
OK Phil, I hear you. Shut up and just get on with it.
Here goes nothing.x