What’s TWLG?

This blog’s all C’s fault.  Well, there’s a little more to the story, but I must give my friend “C” the starring role of Catalyst because, as usual, she backed up a bright idea with something practical:  the name “WordPress”.  For years I’ve been jotting and dithering, making slim personal iBooks (and their predecessors), immersed, but safe behind the anonymity of their hobby-status.

Having reached an(other) age of change, I’ve been demanding something of myself, but shying away from anything that licked of commitment – I’m free of all commitments now, there must surely be something in that?  I enjoy writing and, after years of eschewing cameras in favour of my memory,  I love taking photographs (when I remember to fetch the camera).  The notion of a picture book with some reflective pieces about the island and people of Sri Lanka – where I’ve been visiting and living for almost twenty years now –  has me veering from enthusiasm to more than politically induced fear.  Perhaps it would be a good idea to get some practice, and discipline, before embarking on such a project?  And there, I’ve “outed” myself.  It seems I should be aiming to join the Postaday club (if only I could figure out how to pop the logo on my sidebar!) and begin the exciting journey to discover my voice.

Along the way maybe there’ll be stories of the adventurous and pioneering women whose genes I’ve inherited;  of travel adventures when the world was safer than it is today;  of moments of epiphany, and utter despair;  of beautiful things created by human hands, of awesome nature, and living things like elephants, and trees, and flowers;  of farms and farmers, fishermen and maybe the lady-in-waiting who “lost” her Queen.  A hodgepodge, in other words, of my passions, and some of the ideas that interest and inspire me.

And they say plants are inanimate?

It is my hope that, in time, I’ll become a little less earnest, and that some of these things might be written in a way that will interest and inspire others – if not, it matters little (except perhaps to my craving ego) for wandering through my life is a personal pursuit, and after all,  practice, and discipline, are the goals of the project.