Thursday, 5 November 2015

It's time...

...to close down the blog.

I've fallen out of love with blogging. It was wonderful at first; a huge help to me through the madness of separation and divorce, and a catalyst to meeting lots of new friends. You guys...you've been such a huge support. Thank you so much.

At first, I blogged only about divorce. Those months were sometimes dark and other times immensely happy, and the see-sawing of miserable/manic writing was therapeutic. (To me, anyway. Sorry if nothing made any sense to you.) But after a while I literally ran out of things to say about divorce. I mean, you can only bang on about it for so long. People move on, arguments are forgotten, finances are ironed out. There's no point going round and round moaning about things. So I started to write about issues that affected me; children, work, relationships... the normality of crappy and not-so-crappy life. And was very grateful indeed that anyone read it all.

But recently, things have changed. I was asked to write for a national paper (woo-hoo!) but they then withdrew as I wanted to hold on to my anonymity. Being anonymous has worked for me but even that is crumbling; my ex husband's best friend started following me on Twitter recently - a sure sign that my ex has been watching me for a while.

Occasionally my writing has been picked up by larger organisations (Mumsnet - thank you  - and also the Australian News Agency, who took a particular fancy to my post about my vagina) but generally, my writing hasn't taken off in the way I'd hoped it would. I haven't invested enough time or money into the blog to make it stand out. And I've come to the conclusion that, if I haven't done it by now, I never will.

But instead of skulking off into a cave for ever, the plan is to open a new blog under my real name. No hiding. Because when I'm feeling it, I love writing. Of course, when I'm knackered - having just cycled home in the rain from work, surrounded in onion peelings whilst preparing tea and listening to the kids beating each other up in the room next door - you can stuff your sodding writing up your effing jacksy.  In my dreams, however, I'm writing in a summer house surrounded by rambling roses, or across from a log fire in early December.

This will happen one day.

But for now, adieu to yeu and yeu and yeu. Thanks so much for listening.

Lottie xxx


9 comments:

  1. Good luck Lottie. Look me up (and give me a hint it's you...) when you get your new blog!

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  2. Oh a shame - love your posts. But totally get it. Good luck with new blog xx

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  3. Oh my goodness what a shame, but I'll look forward to the new blog...and to reading more of your words elsewhere too, I have no doubt! Good luck xxx

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  4. Oh, but I really love seeing your blog posts pop into my inbox. Give us a hint that your new blog is you. You have quite a distinctive style so maybe if you link up in your regular spots we'll be able to work it out. Good luck and thank you. It was a pleasure reading.

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  5. That's a real shame. I love your posts :)

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  6. That's a real shame. I love your posts :)

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  7. Will miss all the "secret stuff" but I hope I'll get to discover the new venture - it will take some adjustment I suspect!! You are a brilliant writer so I hope you do get that recognition- the summer house dream is pretty perfect. X

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  8. Cannot wait to read you from under the covers, so to speak. You know how much we have enjoyed your space, words and lyrical way of writing. This will be a poignant post for us to feature. The best, always.

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  9. Oh my heart sank when you started by saying that you blog was coming to an end. So glad you finished on a happier note? Good news and well done for getting spotted by a newspaper. Fabulous! Make sure you follow me on Twitter, I love checking out new blogs :)

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