Or at least three of the things I learned about blogging this week.
One of my early blogging mentors, Nikki Parkinson from Styling You, posted a 'Things I learned About Blogging' linky this week, and considering I posted some pretty private stuff online during the past few days, I felt I had to join in.
For me, most of the things I learned were reminders more than learning experiences, but as we scholars know, revision is very important.
- Blogging is portable. For me, the motto goes something like: Have laptop, mobile and wifi, will blog.
Unfortunately, sometimes I blogged, posted, updated and tweeted whilst shaky from surgery and under the influence of a concoction of drugs - I may never live the grammatical errors down!
But I blogged, despite being confined to a hospital bed, which relieved my frustration of being contained, and took my mind off the pain factor considerably. Cool.
- Some things SHOULD stay personal.
I may have crossed a line and yet, and yet ... There have been many calls from followers for me to post more about my procedure. They want more details in particular, of the surgery I had done. (A posterior prolapse vaginal repair and perionoplasty, and saccrospinious colpolexy since you ask).
And as it's particularly relevant to women, and I'm a pretty open person - after all, I've spoken out about depression and anxiety, which to me is WAY more revealing than talking about the part of me that was damanged giving given birth to small humans - I'm surprised to find that I'm actually okay with that.
To a point.
I mean, I don't want to put people off their breakfast or cocktails, depending on what time of the day they are reading.
But how much to reveal? If at all?
What do readers think?
I did have a few younger, childless relatives saying: Some things should stay off the internet! And I can see where they are coming from. But there is a part of the blogger in me that wants to answer the pleas from my (in my dreams) demanding fans for more.
And the journo in me wants to inform.
So I'm, quite literally, torn. (Sorry ...)
- PR people will find you everywhere.
Even in recovery, a PR person I'd had all sorts of trouble tracking down originally, decided to phone me about some inconsequential piece of information he'd forgotten to give me that was apparently very important to his client. (Don't worry, I don't blame him, he was only doing his job!).
But of course, polite Bronnie didn't think to say: "Oh, I'm very sorry, but I've just come out of surgery and I'm under some major mind-altering drugs and - oh look at the pretty butterfly."
Instead, I murmured something incomprehensible and promptly dropped the phone on the floor. Seriously, why did I even have it on in the first place? (Answer: Because I'm a mother.)
What about you? Did you learn something about blogging this week? And were you on drugs at the time?
A little something I dreamt up at the time ...
If I could bottle it, I'd be rich!