What on earth motivates people to suddenly throw off the shackles of their sedentary literary lives and leap into the sphere of blogdom? I haven’t the foggiest idea and I suppose “each to his/her own” is probably the only explanation that can be relied upon. But, here I am…on the threshold of staring at an empty page day after day (or perhaps week after week, if I’m lazy) to describe goings-on that interest me, provide a peek into my occasionally interesting existence, perhaps rail against some injustice or the other… Quite baffling why one would bother!
Really, though, for me, it springs from the realization that my memory of things past (even those only 5 or 6 years ago) seem to have already faded to mere impressions. Of course, I insist on taking multitudes of photographs (for similar reasons of capturing the moment) but they don’t really provide all the context of the written word.
The second part of the motivation to indulge in what, I suppose, could be called narcissism gone mad, comes from reading my Grandfather’s memoirs (which I’ve been publishing as a “retro-blog” here). They’re really a fascinating read but he wrote them well after the events he was contemplating. The man had an incredible sense of recall but I can’t help but wonder whether the subtleties and depth from many of the entries has been lost over the mists of time.
Well..I’ve resolved, that’s not happening to me! I’m going to plop down the entire variety of the mundane and the ridiculous as and when they happen, content in the thought that I will not be spending hours wracking my brain at the ripe old age of 97 wondering just which variety of baguette was sticking out of the tiny Renault while belting down French country lanes 50 years earlier. Oh no….won’t be doing that!
In the end, the motivation seems to be strictly selfish, with a hint of the publicity hound thrown in. Ahh well…you’ve now had the disclaimer – so read at your own risk! Hopefully, it might even be fun…