imagineireann: (All Star)
I think the main reason I struggle with blogging is that I never know what to blog about. The amount of times I've opened up this 'post an entry' page and stared at it, not knowing what to say. The minutae of my day aren't exactly exciting or interesting to joe public. Yet, having said that, I find the daily lives of other people to be fascinating so I guess that makes me a huge hypocrite.

I don't know what I want to get out of blogging. I know a lot of people use it cathartically, to work through things that are going on in their lives, but I don't have anything like that. My life is pretty damn good. I have Jade Rachel and the kids, I have my flat, I have my job and I'm doing my Masters. I've recently started talking to my twin brother again after... a few years.

Yet I still feel that urge to journal.

I don't really write book reviews, or cook. I don't write poetry or short stories. I don't make graphics. I can't really think of anything that I'm crazy about enough to make a themed blog.

Can you recommend me any blogging prompt sites? Either on dreamwidth or elsewhere?
imagineireann: (Cherry Blossoms)
I can certainly see how writers, how anyone who writes, could get Writer’s Block. I have discovered, upon opening up this ‘post an entry’ page that sitting staring at a blank white screen with a flashing cursor is in fact quite foreboding. Maybe its the expanse of white, I’m not quite sure but I’ve certainly never had that same heart-clenching feeling when working on graphics.

Facing your fear of the unknown, it’s such a rush. Especially when you dive in head first.
Which is what I’m attempting to do here.
My first first blog entry.
How thrilling.
I feel like I should be 15, not 37. Surely I’m too old to be doing something like blogging?
Apparently not, since here I am. Blogging.
Well, attempting to.

I’m guessing at the beginning is a good place to start, and possibly with an introduction

My name is Erin.
Technically, it’s Éireann but I use the Anglicised version for ease. I’m not Irish, I have no Irish blood in me at all but I have parents who adore Gaelic names. And you don’t get much more Gaelic than a name that simply means Ireland. I’ve never even been to Ireland, which is something I do intend on rectifying. I live in East London, I’ve lived in East London my entire life and I’ve no doubt I shall probably die here. And yes, I’m a Cockney. A living, breathing, born in the sound of the bow bells Cockney but, along with netspeak, you’ll never hear me use Cockney Slang unless I’m taking the piss. It was one of those things my father used to spank out of me and my brother. Cockney Rhyming Slang, that is, not netspeak. That hadn’t been invented when I was young enough for my father to still put over his knee!

I mentioned my brother there. He’s one of the people I have no doubt I will mention many times when blogging as he’s one of the people I’m closest to… and you don’t get much closer than being twins! His name is Brody – another Gaelic name, meaning ditch. I’ve been trying to lose him in one for the last 30 years but he keeps on coming back In a way, it’s wonderful. He’s my best friend, my confidant, my partner in crime. Other times, there’s nothing worse than someone knowing what you’re thinking, whos always there.

I think I’ve said enough for my first post. And it’s given me pause to thought about what else I’m going to talk about as well. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. If you’re still here, thank you!


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