I tell stories, take pictures and write poems but the one thing I haven’t done is really talk about me- you can see and read the result of my inspiration (S) but not much more then that.
Even when I do open the door and let people catch a glimpse of me, I tell a story about what you see.
I really do enjoy blogs where writers and artists drop posts about their lives and what is going on in them- that is brave and honest.
Does this mean I’m neither brave nor honest in my writing?
I really do struggle with that question.
I’m of two minds, you might say.
Just like Poor Edward Mordake.
Edward Mordake: Fictional Version From American Horror Story
Edward Mordake was said to have had a face on the back of his head- it spoke to him, tormented him, drove him to suicide.
Sometimes I get how that feels- to have one part of you war with the other part- who will win? Does it matter?
In Edward’s case it did.
In mine I think it keeps my blog- my writing from being fully realized.
I’m not sure I care for that- not one bit.
Do you agree or disagree?
So I’ll just throw it out there- answer of you want:
My blog is about writing and to a lesser degree photography ( I feel my pictures tell their own story, so I don’t consider myself a budding photographer- it’s just another way to write as far as I’m concerned )
Does going off on little essays ( I guess that is what this is ) add to my blog, to my writing. Or does it distract from it?
Please leave me your thoughts in the comment section- or if you write about it post the link there too. I would really like to learn how other Writers approach this.