Sunday, November 24, 2013

One of those posts about nothing


You know what blog posts I find most annoying to read? The ones where bloggers write, 'Oh, I don't know what to write lately. I seemed to have lost my inspiration/mojo/desire to blog. In fact, I have nothing to write right now.' I always read those posts and think, Well, what was the bloody point of writing that?!

And yet here I am, writing one of those posts.

It seems everything I want to write about lately is too personal or too personal for someone else. Or too sad (I'm still experiencing a lot of emotions about my Dad's death). Or maybe too boring for you (yet, perhaps interesting for me)?

That's one of the reasons I stopped blogging back when I was writing Mummy Mayhem. Everything I wanted to write about I felt I shouldn't. Or couldn't. I often read other blog posts and think to myself, They shouldn't have shared that. I used to think that bloggers should be able to share anything and everything, but now I don't think that's entirely true. Or rather, there are always exceptions to the rule. There are some things best left unsaid. Not shared. Not discussed.

I also think there are bloggers who experience exactly what I'm experiencing now, hence they produce blog posts like this about 'nothing', or posts that contain 147 photos of their breakfast that morning - and they're not even food bloggers! (Seriously, how many ways can you photograph an egg? *yawn*)

Don't worry - I'm not talking about any deep, dark secrets I can't expose. It's not quite that dramatic! But I'm very conscious about writing about things that, say, indirectly affect me, because they directly affect someone else. (Is it really my story to tell? Even if I am part of that story?) Even back in my old MM days, I ended up deleting a couple of posts I'd written about my boys, in case it was something they weren't pleased about reading when they were older, or could potentially make them a target for teasing at school. There were also a couple of times I wrote stuff that others weren't pleased about, because it involved them. Even if it wasn't actually obvious it was them, you know? I never ... NEVER ... intentionally set out to hurt anyone with anything I wrote, but I did. Perhaps that has made me slightly paranoid about what I share now? Probably.

And so, I sit and struggle with what to write sometimes. I have posts in my Drafts folder that I read, think are relevant and fairly well written - unlikely to hurt anyone (I think!) - but I don't end up posting them. Maybe I eventually will. Maybe I'm just over-thinking it all a little? Perhaps.

I guess I just need a little more time to work that out.


Friday, November 1, 2013

Book Club: Into My Arms

I don't think I've ever attempted - even once - to hide the fact that I'm a big fan of Kylie Ladd. Her latest book, Into My Arms, didn't disappoint for me. Pretty much all of the members in my Book Club enjoyed the book. One member found the book, in her words, 'Too close to home.' She is adopted and has brothers so the storyline was, I think, a little emotionally challenging for her.

Those of you who have read the book will understand what I'm referring to (I'm trying not to give too much away in case you're reading this and haven't read Kylie's book yet). A rather long, interesting discussion on IVF and the possible consequences to society relating to IVF births was bantered around the table. Kylie's book had us thinking about circumstances that we had never really thought of previously. (I love it when a book makes you think.) Some felt the storyline seemed rather far fetched at first, only to soon realise the very real possibility of such a scenario occurring today.

We also discussed the consequences of family secrets, in particular disclosing adoption information, and  about the change in priorities once a child is thrown in to the mix. We went through a list of discussion points that you can find here.

If there was one question mark over the book for us, it was Zia's storyline. Although interesting and an important story, most of us felt it seemed almost out of place in the book. Even though the subplot related to the same subject that the main plot is about: family and love - we felt that perhaps it was a separate book? If you've read Into My Arms, I'd love your thoughts on this.

Although a rather confronting subject matter (which we all agreed was sometimes difficult to read, even though the book was 'easy to read' - as in, had a good pace, flowed well and kept us turning the pages), Kylie tackles it in her usual intelligent, thoughtful and compassionate way. There are members of the Book Club who are now keen to read Kylie's first two novels: After The Fall and Last Summer.

Worth a read? Yes!

And now for the next Book Club instalment ... Burial Rites by Hannah Kent. Once again, although unintentional, an Australian author has been chosen. Yippee! Love that we are supporting Aussie authors.

Burial Rites is based on a true story. After visiting Iceland as an exchange student, Hannah heard the story of Agnes Magnusdottir - a servant accused of murder in the 19th century. After looking in to Agnes' life, Hannah wrote Burial Rites. Australian Story reported on Hannah's writing journey here.

Our next meeting is scheduled for Friday 13 December. If you want to join in, read the book then watch out for my post 1-2 weeks following that.

Happy reading!