My image of serenity is of someone sleeping. Not just anyone sleeping; my young son. Rarely he moves fitfully in his sleep, but usually he is calm, his face relaxed.
What a contrast to thirty minutes earlier! In the lead-up to bedtime he is an Agent of Chaos. Looney Tunes’ Baby Taz has nothing on him. Whirling between twenty different activities in the space of three minutes he leaves hundreds* of discarded toys in his wake.
In the absence of language it’s an alternative way of expressing himself.
Then bedtime itself. Sometimes we’re lucky. He’s tired and happy to go to his room. Other times there are tears and rebellion.
Thankfully, shortly after he lies down – Serenity. The house is at peace… for the next three hours at least.
* Okay, maybe not hundreds.
On reading the WordPress About Page 101, I realised my lack of focus on my plans for my blog are not likely to lead to a big audience for my blog.
Imagine you were running a roadside BBQ emporium. If the sign for said emporium had pictures of yoga poses, moustaches, kittens, and hotdogs on it, you’d probably be failing to connect with your potential audience.
Translation: by trying to appeal to everyone, you’ll appeal to no-one.
But that’s okay.
- My plans are not going to change. I would prefer to write what I want to write and have just a few people who like my blog than limit myself and attract a teeming hoard.
- The exercise has given me a title for my blog : Unfocused
(Autocorrect changed this to “Dream Rear” which I found amusing.)
As outlined in my introduction, I have four completely separate topics I’m planning, which will appeal to four separate audiences and therefore four different dream readers.
I can just about visualise a dream Reader for my posts on my book. I’ll need a lot of feedback and encouragement to carve out something readable.
“Go and ask the guy at the ticket gate,” I insisted in my crude Spanish. She shook her head briefly and looked as though she was going to cry.
I was beyond frustration. We had dry-run the route twice already and I would not be able to accompany her to her language course as I had to return to work. If she got lost in London she would have to speak to someone in spite of her limited English.
While I was thinking what to do next, she turned and ran from the station.
I caught up with her and we walked back home in silence. At the garden gate I paused and said “We need to go back.”
“I can’t do it” she sobbed. “Open the door please.”
I knew my voice was rising, but I could not help myself.
“What are you going to do here if you can’t speak English? You’ll hate it and you’ll want to leave. Don’t you want to stay with me?” And I could hear myself whining too. Brilliant.
“When is my return flight to Colombia?” she asked. She was referring to the fact that I had bought a return plane ticket as it was inexplicably cheaper than a single.
Did she really want our marriage to end because of such a simple thing? “It’s not for another five months” I lied. In fact it was for the following weekend…
So far so wooden right?
I think that one of my problems is that I often feel like I have to hurry dialogue along but then when it’s finished, there’s nothing to move on to.
I worry that the protagonist in my memoir won’t be likable and this will limit the appeal of the book.
I’d really appreciate any suggestions on how to get it to flow better.
New year, new blog, new introduction post.
Darf ich mich vorstellen or “May I me introduce” as my German teacher used to say.
What I’m hoping for out of blogging in 2015 is simply the following:
- A connection with someone who is interested in employing me to work remotely.
- A book deal. More on that further down.
It’s a lot to ask from a humble blog 😉
More realistically, I’m going to hone my writing and hopefully have some interesting conversations.
Things I may or may not blog about, in descending order of likelihood
It’s one of my favourite topics (along with politics and economics, but I’ve always been warned not to talk about those in public)
Historically I’ve been terrible at these, but I think I’m starting to figure some stuff out. I think it will be interesting to refer back to notes from this era to see
my errors how wrong I was.
Married for 10 years with two kids in case you’re curious.
I think I’ve got a book in me. My wife has just published a memoir which has moderately terrifying content, and I have an alternative viewpoint.
Over the last 10 *cough* … okay 15 years I’ve clawed my way as high up the greasy pole as I’m likely to get – about a foot off the ground. I’ve had a lot of conversations about work with colleagues. What have I learned?
To anyone who knows me: don’t worry, I’ll keep it high-level 🙂