My little corner

I have been quiet here. For the first time in over a decade of having this space, the silence has continued. I started a blog in 2007 as a way to air my views and opinions, a way to connect with family overseas, a way to connect with others. It helped me create connections that continued outside this online space.

When I started blogging, I shared lot. Some would argue I overshared. Bit by bit, over the years, the sharing has become more contained. I think before I hit publish. Consequently, there are several thoughts sitting in my drafts, waiting to be said but remaining unsaid.

I am currently on the tail end of a writing weekend with a friend. I’ve done some writing, some brainstorming, some thinking, and some wine-ing and chatting with my friend. I have also wondered what I am doing with this space. I haven’t shared anything creative here although again, there are a plethora of word documents on my laptop with short stories and flash fiction and essays. I had intentions of keeping up my weekly gratitude posts but maybe, over time, they became far too personal to share. I no longer write book reviews here despite having every intention to do so at the start of the year. Now they stay on Instagram. The monthly wrap-ups were a thing but again, they have migrated to Instagram. Instagram: a platform I have a love-hate relationship with. It isn’t mine I know. I am sharing words and thoughts on a platform that could be snatched away from me at any second. This blog, this space, this little corner of the internet on the other hand, is mine.

So I am back to my original thoughts: how do I make use of this space?

I no longer have as much time to devote to engaging with others online. It’s not because I don’t want to but rather, having started my own private practice this year, I have had to devote more time energy to engagements and connections around that. Blogging was always about community; and if I am not going to engage in that community intentionally, do I still keep going?

I am a writer, regardless of what my imposter syndrome says. But does that mean I need to write on this space? If I am reserving my writing, my thoughts to word documents, does it make it any less important?

Maybe I just use this space to write out thoughts. They might remain unpublished but over time, I could hone them if I wanted to or use them elsewhere. I have had thoughts of wanting to revamp this space. Make it more homely. More welcoming. Not for anyone else but for me.

I want to return home.

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  • Barbara Loefgren
    12 September 2022 at 2:02 pm

    Sanch – how lovely to see you back in the world of blogging. I do hope you are well and all is good in your world.

  • Gary A Wilson
    24 September 2022 at 6:15 am

    Hi Sanch,
    Good to see you back.
    Ah – a frequent theme for your post today, why exactly do we write?
    I found, for me, that writing for myself was really encouraging me to not edit, not work on anything other than what came to mind and that I was willing to write.
    I paid no attention to what my readers would like and come back to read.
    This proved to be a death blow to my writing. If I could not (or would not) then there was almost no reason to write it and I walked away to do any number of other things.
    Risking myself in front of an audience is what made the difference for me.Once I new someone would likely read what I wrote, I took much more care about embarrassing myself.
    I also get the idea of thinking something through by writing or ordering my thoughts and conclusions in written form even if I don’t share it.
    Both make us writers. Being read – well that’s a different activity and I think all writers (at lease in private) write to be read.