Out Damn Blog! Out
I Say!
Probably a weird name for a blog but when I
decided to begin blogging I checked out the names and so many of the good ones
were already taken. My particular favourites - To blog or not to blog and A
blog by any other name had already been snapped up - you have to be fast
and I am slow. So it’s Out damn blog….
And I know that loud, cursing title makes me sound as if I have an anger-management
problem (or am a bit mad like Lady Macbeth) but anyway, it hasn’t been taken
and I’m baggsing it. It sounds like I have an obsession with Shakespeare which
isn’t true, more that while teaching it over the years some of the catchier
lines have imprinted themselves on my jaded brain. Besides, I can’t think of
anything particularly clever or original and I think this name conveys my
assertive determination to write a blog.
This is my debut blog and I rush to make a
disclaimer to anyone, everyone, (particularly my daughter - Precious Poppet),
who I may offend inadvertently (or even advertently) as I write in this blog. My
daughter is called Precious Poppet for two reasons, one because she is dear to
me and two because she is a high-maintenance kind of girl, a teenager, (poppet
is a baby nickname). I hope she won’t sue me when she’s older and realises that
her mother has been writing about her, sometimes…err often, in a deleterious
light (albeit under a pseudonym). I know it’s been done in America (children suing
parents), and I could be wrong but so far I don’t believe it’s happened here in
Australia. I really don’t want to be a test case - it wouldn’t reflect well on
me as a diligent mother. There’s no point anyway, I’m not rich.
I’ve read lots of blogs and am impressed at the
range of topics discussed and insights revealed; it’s amazing the way some
people can make the detritus of domestic life so fascinating and funny. I’m not
sure I can do this but I think blogging will be fun, unlike exercise (apologies
to all those fit people, but it’s just so hard), or alcohol, which is effective
and palliative at curbing tension, but which you shouldn’t really overdo; (reading
‘High Sobriety – My Year without Booze’ and it really gets you thinking). I
like the diary aspect of a blog; it’s a kind of public journal, where you can engage
with others and air all manner of things - get them off your chest, hopefully
in a healthy purging and maybe at times, entertaining way.
Anyway, I am taking the blogging
step…tentatively poking my toe into cold, deep water – it can’t be that cold
and deep when you jump in, surely?
