Blogging? How quaint.

Don't get me wrong. I realise that I have missed the blogging boat by around seven years, but I secretly like the fact that blogging is now seen as somewhat old-fashioned. It's probably that, and what I am about to explain, that has made me want to pick up my quill and plump the carrier pigeons ready to send my messages out into the world.

You see, I am a writer by trade. In that, I write words and people pay me to do so, but by no means am I on the best-seller's list. I write activity books for children, mostly, and goodness do I know how lucky I am to do such a wonderful job (apart from when I meet new people and have to explain what I do. It starts with real interest from the said party, followed by a glassy look and furrowed brow - '...and you get paid for that?'). The physical writing I do rarely stretches longer than a paragraph per page - so I suppose it's my imagination people are actually paying for....

Anyway. The second reason for why I am now drawn to enter the blogosphere (I just had to Google how to spell that) is that as well as being a writer, I am a mother, and I mix up my writing hours with looking after my freakishly beautiful three-year-old and 10 week-old daughters. I love it. I can't say how much I love it simply by using the mere hundreds of thousands of words in the English language.

However, over the course of a single day I can have a thousand thoughts, ideas, questions which, God love her, my little three year old would find tremendously boring. You see, if it's not a Disney Princess or one of the dancers from Strictly, she's just not interested, 

In days gone by, should I think any of my musings be interesting enough, I would have swung round in my office chair and chatted to one of my lovely ex-colleagues. Whereas a lot of these wonderful people are now my friends, they're not there on tap anymore. I can't ping them an email and meet them in the kitchen for a 10 minute gossip and moan about our line manager. One: because teleportation hasn't been invented yet, and Two: because my line manager is now me. I don't want to moan about me. I like me. 

I suppose that's why a lot of my freelance friends and I spend a good quantity of time on social media sharing articles and random thoughts. Facebook and Twitter have replaced the staff kitchen and email exchanges. Whereas once a trending YouTube video would fly round the office internal mail, it's now posted to Facebook for us all to comment on. 

So, to sum up, I suppose blogging will be my way of talking to my colleagues (me) without scaring my daughters or the neighbours by carrying on an external monologue. If only I were being paid to write this, if I compare it to the word count in my last few published books I'd have earned £1000s by now...