Chez Spud

I love blogging. What’s not to like? You get to write about yourself, meet splendid folks who do you the favour of reading your witterings, you get to write when you want and what you want and, through writing, you often get to sift through issues and problems and even get advice, help and support along the way too. It’s a win win WINNER.

But there’s a flaw. The problem is that, well, people are reading. And sometimes that means you can’t really say what you want to at all…can’t talk about work, can’t talk about family, can’t talk about feelings (if you’re British like me…because feelings are against the law in the UK. Little known fact…). So what do you do when you can’t blog it out?

I’m not a paper journal keeper, which would be a good solution. Recently a friend told me about writing letters to yourself as a record of developing situations, which you post to yourself and then file (unopened) so that you have a dated, postmarked record of the situation should you wish to go back to it for a contemporary account of events. A bit like a time capsule I guess, but a wordy one. What a great concept, I love it.

But then I know some of you blog in private, and I’m wondering about that. Does it feel odd? Do you write differently, in terms of style, than you do for your public posts? Do you put photos in? Tell me, I want to know!

I’ve begun to realise the value of ‘old blog material’ is, in terms of revisiting the past. And I’m thinking about recording the things happening in our lives which I’m not allowed to blog about publicly. But I feel a bit self-conscious about it. Which is daft as, erm, I’m the only one who will read it. Oh and MrSpud since he has my wordpress admin details, but that’s ok.

So, Secret Blogging. Who does it?  Tell us…

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