Figuring out what Bear is really for ...
Listening to: The sound of my own breathing.
It's my three-month anniversary on Bear. And I'm having doubts.
I had a whole blog written about one of my favourite songs, and also part of a series about songs I really like, songs I'd take to a desert island with me. Desert Island Discs, it was called, how very original, but I pulled it because I'm just not sure that this is what Bear is for. Or what people are interested in reading.
I know that's a dangerous comment. After all, I should write for myself; if I write for others I am no longer a writer, I'm a content creator.
So, I'm still trying to figure out what this is for.
Most of the posts I see on here are generally and genuinely personal. I want to be too, and in some cases I have been, but I also started this as an exercise in writing, generally, if not specifically, a way back to doing something I love(d).
But I think I'm in danger of turning it into SubStack, a platform I was on (and quite prolifically too) but which I got rid of precisely because it was not conducive to personal blogging; I saw it more as a magazine-type setup.
Perhaps I should have kept it after all.
Anyway, don't know what I'm saying, really. Just having a crisis of purpose. I'm nearly 56, it comes with the territory.
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