Julie Briggs visited our Writing for Pleasure Group today, to demonstrate the vast and popular pastime of blogging. Blogging had been recommended to us on a number of occasions for practicing our writing and publishing skills. But for most of our class that are knee deep in perfecting poems and competition entries, blogging felt like the upgrade to first class—highly talked about and much sought after but passing us by as we are slogging it out in economy time.
Other than the technical details of how to actually get started, our session on blogging raised many questions – how to maintain security, what to write to be noticed, being aware writing will always remain on the internet and using keywords.
Throughout the session, I couldn't help but feel the echoes of a talk I recently heard by Kate Jennings, describing blogging as the mosh-pit of unedited writing celebrating me in all my complexity.
Leaving the session, two ideas stayed with me, these being:
- Write on a blog something you will be happy to still read when you are 80
- Where does it all go, if it always remains on the internet?
My answers to these ideas are:
- This is my first post, and I do hope to track it down in 40 odd years time and be so pleased to read it that my false teeth pop out from the laughter
- I assume, this ever lasting record of my words will follow me through to the next life, and I'm equally assuming, it makes processing at heaven's gate easier when St Peter can pull out the written record that cannot be disputed.
Author: Jo Wilson-Ridley
Bio:
Jo Wilson-Ridley enjoys writing and performing poetry, but also dabbles in short stories, children's stories and articles. Her work, described as domestic satire is inspired by a bush change and parenthood. Based in Coleambally, when not writing, Jo is often spotted at various skate parks (with her sons) around the Riverina.
Enjoyed your post Jo, the first on Narrandera Scripts. Kate's comment that the blogosphere is a mosh-pit is apt, moshing being communal and fun and I'm guessing something an 80 year old might really appreciate remembering.
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