Sometimes people that I know will refer to something I’ve written on these pages. It always takes me by surprise. I do know people read this and indeed I actively encourage it. These are not my innermost private thoughts. Generally not much thought goes into anything I write, (except when I make the poems rhyme obviously) and there is certainly nothing secret about any of this.
Nonetheless when someone in the real world tells me that they read my blog I find it genuinely gratifying. I do encourage my friends and family to read this stuff but I don’t actually expect them to. So it is pleasing to find out, on occasion, that some of them do.
But while that kind of feedback is good for my fragile ego, it is nowhere near enough to satisfy my inner narcissist.
Which is why the Blogosphere is so brilliant. Every time I post something I get instant feedback from my fellow bloggers. And it’s always positive because bloggers are, in my admittedly limited experience, all lovely supportive people.
So on this day, when I have to write about something beginning with the letter ‘B’, I give you the Blogosphere.
And given that it’s my birthday in two days and birthday begins with a ‘B’, I’ve done very well not to write about that.
Except in that last sentence obviously.
So go and celebrate the mighty Blogosphere by reading some other blogs. There’s a list of some good ones in my sidebar under the cleverly titled ‘Some Other Blogs What I Like’ bit.
But come back on Monday obviously and wish me a Happy Birthday.
And marvel at how I’ve tackled the letter ‘C’ in the A to Z blogging Challenge.