When I began this blogging caper I told myself that I would eschew all shameless airing of my personal laundry in public and stick to the honest business of self-promotion.
But I can’t help it.
The giddying sense of a vast, anonymous audience hanging on my every word is too much for me…I have to share this:
I’m on a brief and longed-for holiday by the jeweled Adriatic – Montenegro, in fact; a destination I have fantasized about for years (NO, there are no sex dwarves here) and it is pouring with rain. The sky is black and the emerald rivers are spewing their litter-laden mud into the sea. I’m told this freakish and unprecedented precipitation will go on till the end of the week.
So what do I do? I go to a ‘cyber cafe’ with its upbeat Balkan mariachi and its towering waitresses (dressed in thigh boots and string vests), I log onto this blog and I pour my heart out.
Only a year ago I was deploring the unseemliness of blogging culture. How bizarre, I thought back then, to want to splatter your inner life all over the Internet, and how vainglorious to think that anyone would be interested.
Now look at me.
Is this a pre-launch training camp? Here I have to say it is absolutely beautiful. We took the cows up to the mountains yesterday for the estive. Quite a shock after 4 days in Amsterdam.
I think it proves what I’ve long understood to be true – that the web can and does deliver a sense of community that is often lacking from our day to day lives. Sure, cynics can say it’s illusory, but how else would I know that you’re having this experience?
Which, by the way, I can relate to all too well as that’s what happened when I returned to Ibiza last year after a gap of nearly a decade… reality collided a little brutally with my long cherished memories and dreams of sun-kissed beaches and dancing into the small hours. Heavy rain, a demanding daughter and the wrong hotel all poured cold water (literally) on all that.
Maybe a good time to get some thinking done? I hope so.