Genesis Of A Blog
In August 2008 I started this blog with a post about the neighbour in ‘Bewitched’.
The posts were short and funny. They were not often about books.
Sometimes we had songs or musical numbers. We had competitions, crosswords and treasure hunts, as if we were big children.
Most author websites discussed literature, but I didn’t want to take a busman’s holiday, so I cut loose with foolish things that amused me. If I’d wanted to discuss Aristophanes or Barthes here I would have done so, but this was ‘Picture Book’ for writers and their friends. In fact, whenever I posted about literature hardly anyone bothered to comment, so I phased most of those posts out. People only add comments on things they can get their heads around, so if I wrote a piece called ‘Camus and Marmite’ the posts would mostly be about Marmite. Which is understandable.
Often I posted five or six times a week. It was exhausting work that I fitted around my regular working hours, because I loved doing it. I hardly even remembered my publisher’s request; to promote my books. Witty voices emerged from regular followers. I still miss Dan Terrell’s urbane humour in the Comments section.
In December 2019, I collapsed with flu-like symptoms. Shortly after, I was diagnosed with cancer. Later the pandemic began, and between chemo and radiology my life became very challenging. I logged some of funnier/grimmer events here. Even when I discovered I was terminal I kept up the blog, although it’s hard to be the court jester when you’re on morphine.
Now that I have limited time which I should be spending on writing books, the blog is becoming harder for me to maintain. It’s not been helped by a new element coming in from a few disgruntled readers in the Comments, complaining that the posts are too serious. I suspect what they dislike are my liberal politics. Well, I’m a North London gay leftie non-driving, hipster-restaurant-dining, fringe-theatre-going liberal fucking nightmare. So if you can’t deal with that, be off with you.
They’re right, of course. As the blogs are written spontaneously when I rise, my current mood seeps into them. But it takes too much time and energy to continue this, so I’m considering my options. If I do end the blog we’ll have one last laugh and after that you’ll be able to find me on Twitter.