I have nothing to say

I did promise myself that this blog would be different to the myriad of failures I’ve had over the years. One post a week I said. Shouldn’t be too hard. Well apparently I don’t have anything to say. It’s a result of my old habits of self inflicted censorship, and I suspect it might take a while for me to shake loose those shackles holding me back.

It’s not really a case of me having nothing to say, I have loads to say. I’m just so used to hiding behind a false mask of my own that it’s difficult to let out. I will, in time I hope, be able to let everything out. I guess another thing holding me back is my desire to post only meaningful and interesting posts. Like my previous two. But that wasn’t the point behind this blog. Not the original point anyway. It was supposed to be personal, not thoughtful. After all, it is unhealthy to keep everything inside after all.

And what would be the point? I’m no writer. Never have been, not for lack of trying though. Do I want this blog to be popular and make money? Perhaps, but not at the cost of not making it into what I want it to be. Maybe I’ll start telling stories from my past? The sort of thing I have to keep well away from my other blog. Damn all this worrying about what people think of me!

Well, then, starting next Monday, one post a week on whatever the hell is in my head. No holding back, no pulling the punches. And if I get the hang of it I can start boosting that. Two or three a week perhaps. We’ll see.