Why I Stopped Blogging
It’s been a while.
Two blog posts ago, and a lifetime ago, I moved to the country.
I said: “I used to write blogs about politics and cultural theory and digital society when I lived in the city. Now, I’m afraid this blog is going to turn into a combination of country lifestyle tips and folksy new age ramblings. Sorry about that.”
What I didn’t realise is that I would give up blogging altogether.
The truth is that moving to Dartmoor has had a profound effect on me. I had no idea this was going to happen, believe me.
But it has.
You see, the thing is: Journalism, or at least the semi-humourous blogging I (used to) do, requires a certain amount of… sarcasm, insightful put-downs, critical snarkiness and general negativity to make it work.
It also requires you to have your finger on the pulse, if only by reading Reddit or Facebook.
And I no longer have it in me.
I am too full of the joys of nature, too far-removed from everyday concerns. My husband and I have built our own little anarchist utopia and the only politics I’m interested in now is permaculture. Revolution disguised as gardening, maaaan.
There’s no point in me uploading lifestyle or gardening tips, as I’m a complete novice myself. So, really, that’s it. As for those New Age ramblings, I now work for Blinkist, a German startup that specialises in summarising self-help books, so writing about self-helpy stuff in my spare time sounds too much like work.
In an odd turn of events, though…
I have started writing psychedelic magical realist poems on romantic themes like death, paganism and nature. They go down well at the local poetry night. I even got invited to read some at a local festival.
Publishing poetry online is a bit of a mine-field. So, if you are interested in seeing any of it, send us a mail at kerrysmallman at hotmail dot com for the time-being.
In the interests of keeping the blog alive, I’ll post photos from time to time of my travels in Devon and Cornwall.
Thanks for reading,