I’m not entirely sure when it was that I realised I loved to write.
It sort of happened one day, I was bored at work (mundane office job), and got into some email banter with one of my big clients, and it was mentioned then that I should do something with what I have to say about life.
Then I met Mr O. We shared a few emails, and he was drawn to how my personality came through in my words. He is one of these internet/computer boffins, and although I hadn’t heard of such thing as a ‘blog’ he had, and he encouraged me to start one.
So one day I just bit the bullet, and blogged. I had just gone through the bankruptcy process, and so used that as my subject matter. Then I introduced some true tales, funny things that had happened to me that I felt compelled to write about. Then it sort of evolved into an autobiographical tale of my life.
I never imagined my writing would actually get me anywhere in life, my blog is my hobby, my creative outlet if you will, I don’t earn money from it (nor would I want to) it is true to what I always wanted it to be, and that’s just somewhere for me to let off steam. Now here I am, blogging for Rock My Wedding again, having received praise and encouragement from complete strangers, I am doing a job that I love – not many people can say that about their jobs these days!
The reason I wanted to write about my blog today, isn’t because I am desperately seeking followers, but because I have such a love of the written word, and the main reason I write is because of my Mum. You can tell my Mum and I had an amazing relationship, because I speak of her so often in my pieces. The woman was everything to me. When growing up she would often tell me she was going to write her book one day, and I would roll my eyes, because I had heard that a million times, and she still hadn’t gotten around to doing anything about it!
Mum loved that I blogged. She used to share the web link with her friends, and I honestly felt I made her so proud with my writing. It’s a nice feeling when you make your Mum proud.
I used to blog pretty much everything in my life, and when Mum became quite ill, with what ended up being terminal lung and bone cancer, I continued to blog.
I blogged through the distress of caring for her.
I blogged through the grief of losing her.
I took a break from blogging because as you can gather, it was quite a dark place in blog land. I knew no one had been reading, so I had been venting freely. It was what I needed to get me through. I have said it before but writing is so cathartic.
Then I gradually found my voice, and carried on writing from my Mums PC.
And do you know what I found whilst saving my word doc?
A folder, entitled ‘Book’.
And it was password protected.
And I couldn’t guess the password for toffee.
So Mum had started her book after all!
I emailed it to my computer boffin big bro (the Chap who kindly walked me up the aisle) and he cracked it open for us.
And she had written one chapter, which was a story loosely based on her life and it finished just before my big sister was born. No juicy gossip. Hmmm, slightly disappointed. I think we were all hoping for more skeletons to come out the closet!
Looking back over the 4 and a half years of my blogging existence, it reads very honestly, and true to who I am, and as I said earlier it is autobiographical. I look back through it occasionally, and remember moments I ordinarily would have forgotten. I have almost every milestone in my life recorded forever, and when William is old enough I can sit with him and show him just how excited Mummy and Daddy were to be getting married with him growing in my tummy, and look back at the memories of him growing up.
My blog always reminds me to cherish the memories and live life to the full. And that’s not a bad thing to be reminded of on a daily basis.