It’s been becoming apparent to me that I don’t actually write about myself very much in my own blog. this has come about for a number of reasons. Mainly, it’s because I have a mostly loathe/hate relationship with myself and the thought of writing about myself is a worry. I don’t want to bore people by discussing what I had for breakfast or mentioning my day to day trials with pain management, being a new parent or breastfeeding and all the millions of things that go into making me who I am. I worry about minutiae and obsess and never end up writing.
I like to keep a professional blog, with relevant and interesting information, but it is increasingly missing that personal element. and I think that is a bad idea. I started this to be a journal of my progress as an artist, and as my art is intimately tied up with who I am it makes sense that I should write about that too! I realize I don’t share good news when it happens, or, increasingly, no news at all and that just isn’t right. being an artist is more than just your genre or your finished works, it’s about the person behind it all. I promise I will try to keep it relevant, and hopefully interesting! and no, I won’t talk about my choice of breakfast!