I’d just like to say a big thank you to all of you who read and left lovely comments on Friday’s ‘sometimes’ post. I really do appreciate you doing that. The piece was a reflection of how I was feeling on Tuesday afternoon, when I wrote it. I’m glad that you were able to work out its point, which is that occasionally you just feel a little lost but just can’t explain why.
I was sitting on an extended train journey after a rubbish day, not knowing who I wanted to be anymore, Glen the writer, the telecoms engineer, the dad, the husband, the man or what? As Fallen Monkey pointed out in words I would use myself if only I understood them, the central point of it was indeed, supposed to indicate that it was temporary, that in fact all is well with the world – I was simply having an off day.
Sometimes I write things like that and discard them as they don’t really say what I wanted them to say at all. In my normal ‘Glens Life’ style, wittering on about nothing is fine because that is, after all, what light hearted comedy is supposed to be like. However, there have been a few occasions where I have experimented with putting more serious feelings down on paper, and actually thought that it was good enough to share. This was one of those occasions and it troubled me more than anything because it actually meant something.
Comments are the sausage in a blogger’s ‘Toad in the hole’; they give us a slight bit of feedback in the otherwise empty darkness of Internet space. I’m happy from my stats that I do get read, but I don’t solicit a huge amount of comments on a daily basis. This is fine, not everyone wants to comment and I’ll take readers over “Hi – nice blog – come and read mine” any day.
On my normal posts I tend to get a couple of comments and that is fantastic – I love that people find the time to let me know what they think of my every day thoughts. I don’t get many comments on Breeze at all, and the thing is I get that too. Breeze is completely different to anything else on this site and it hasn’t surprised me that the people who normally like ‘my’ posts aren’t necessarily keen on Breeze’s. The reason he is staying is a selfish one, I am practising writing a long story, and I want to see how far I can get. Currently Breeze is up to about 7000 words (including scheduled posts that are not yet published) and the story is still not done. I have never written anything to that length before and find the process fascinating. Breeze may one day be rewritten into one continuous story, and even if Glen’s Life is not the right market for it, I think there could be one for it out there somewhere, even if it has to be completely rewritten!
When you write something that is more personal and genuine, something that is outside of your comfort zone, things change. Confidence drops and fear sets in. Suddenly people’s opinions matter.
Which is why I wanted to thank you for your words of support and let you know that I absolutely love it.