This is a repost from some time ago. 2009 to be exact. The feelings expressed in it are just as relevant today.
Blogging, as I mentioned when I first carried this on from my fmp is, I believe, a bit egotistical. To assume that anyone would want to read your thoughts, ideas and rantings – hhhmm, hardly writing on a level with Mark Twain now is it?
Following on from a comment made yesterday by someone who’s opinion I value I’ve been questioning again why I do this. Over the last few months I have poured out the contents of my brain into blogland, to what I originally thought would be an audience of one (me) but has since turned out to be an audience of quite a lot.
Is this really the place to lay down my personal traumas for the whole world to read or should I be keeping them locked away either in my brain or in a diary never to be shared with another person? Do others really…
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