What's going on here
I started blogging in 2001 without a regular internet connection. I used to write blog posts on an old laptop, save to floppy and take to the internet. Ever since then I have always loved blogs, the smallness and intimacy of them. The “few to few”.
Social media destroyed the collective blogging brain and starting my own organisation/campaign meant the end of the road for mine too.
I'm coming back to it.
I love the crónica which I suppose is a Latin form of writing that preceded blogging. Crónicas are the product of being in the world, feeling the world and trying to capture moments, feelings and thoughts in a short form.
Perhaps my favourite writer of crônicas (PT spelling) Clarice Lispector, famously said
”...I only write when I want to, I am an amateur and I insist continuing to be one.”
Not to compare my talents to hers (!) but I am finding myself wanting to write as an amateur again, starting to sit with a blank screen or a blank page to scribble on.
Given I'm taking time away from the stresses of paid work to try and heal my body from extended illness, I can't help but seeing this kind of writing as curative. Let's see where it takes me.