Over the last few years a number of friends have told me I should write a blog. I’m not sure if that’s because they know I love to write, or maybe because I always have opinions on things. Whatever the reason, I have been told at least a dozen times by different people that I “really should write a blog”.
The thing is, I’m not normally one to do as I’m told, so for many years I resisted the idea. And it wasn’t just stubbornness. I was worried that I wouldn’t have that much to say. I mean, I can talk underwater on just about any topic, but a blog is different. People have expectations when they read a blog. What if I couldn’t meet those expectations? Like, what if I couldn’t think of anything interesting to say?
The other thing was, a number of close friends had started blogs in the past and I’d enthusiastically followed them only to find that after a handful of entries they’d stopped. One or two had lasted longer, but even those had come to an end as well. And I’m not talking about travel blogs that you expect to have an ending. These were political blogs, craft blogs, creative blogs.
Not sure whether the authors had run out of things to say, time to devote to the blog, or enthusiasm for sharing their thoughts. There was no explanation; it was one minute an entry, then nothing. It felt like I’d been driving down a road that I expected to lead somewhere only to find that I turned a corner and suddenly the road stopped without warning and I could go no further.
I know, I know – it’s about the journey, not the destination. But some of these journeys were so full of promise and so short-lived; it was kind of disappointing.
Whenever I considered starting a blog I knew I didn’t want to be a short-lived journey. I felt like to start a blog I’d have to commit to writing regularly and, for a number of reasons, this was something I wasn’t ready to do in the past.
But I’m ready now. I’ve been given the opportunity to reflect on, reassess and change my life and what I’ve realised over the past month or two is that writing needs to be central. So I’m transitioning from a life in which I worked for a living and wrote on the side, to one in which I write for a living and work on the side.
Mind you, it’s a lot to ask from writing, to replace my old way of life. I am saying goodbye, for the moment at least, not only to a regular income but also to regular contact with people in an office, regular coffees and lunches with friends, commuting regularly into a vibrant city and a lot more.
But I’m willing to give it a go and see what happens.
Which brings me back to this blog. You may be wondering where the name comes from. I always imagined my mind to be a place and Lensville is the name I gave to it. “Welcome to Lensville” was the name I decided to give my autobiography when I wrote it. Embarrassingly enough, I’ve always been sure that I would have a life that if not famous would at least be interesting enough to warrant an autobiography.
In any case, writing a blog seems to be a way that I can regularly let you into my mind and share my thoughts on life with you.
So welcome to Lensville. Hope you enjoy your visit.