When we came from Bath in UK to Cork in Ireland, in autumn 2005, I took up blogging. I knew nothing about blogging - but I had an infant daughter and I felt like producing something for her.
I imagined her reading it years after I’d passed on. I wrote as if she’d be interested on what her old man thought of Ireland. After living in UK from 1975, Ireland was a stranger to me. I expected to experience it as a sort of anthropologist. A re-migrant, re-migrating back to the island he’d left during another era.
Years later, I know more about blogs. You could say this blog has changed my life. Certainly the doing of it has transformed my way of life.
I hate when I don’t write here. I miss it. Twitter has been so seductive, it’s kept me occupied. I no longer have times when I have nothing to do.
Right now, I’m wondering whether to podcast the #EpicPoem? Make an audio version - put it up here for you to listen to. Would you like that? Would you ever like to have the whole of the Epic Poem in a form that you could play in your car?
I’m far from sure. Please influence me by your comments.
