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Today I had lunch with one of the first friends I ever made in the blogosphere, Jennie from Tea Stains. The fact that she was an expat, a Brit and living in Thailand, a part of the world I was already falling in love with, immediately drew me to her. And then I met her for coffee during one of her annual trips home, and my first real blogging friendship developed.  Jennie was also the person instrumental in setting up all those events I did last spring while on my SE Asian tour with A Clash of Innocents. And to top it off, she seemed to have brought the tropical weather with her, summer had finally found London.  We decided to eat al fresco and then take a long walk along the river.

So what did we talk about? The usual woman stuff — kids, losing friends, moving, husband’s jobs. The usual expat stuff — kids, losing friends, moving, husband’s jobs. The usual writer stuff — am I doing it right, am I doing enough, the difference between envy and jealousy, self-belief and the lack thereof. But we talked about something else as well — blogging.  Why do we continue to do it? Jennie’s blog has been around for five years, mine for nearly four. Has the nature of blogging changed? Am I doing it right? Am I doing enough?

I think we came to the conclusion that as we enter different phases of our writing careers, we feel all sorts of pressures from the market, whether that market is real or perceived. “People” tell us we should blog every day to build up a readership. Some say to cast your net wider you should mainly blog about professional issues (i.e. how to get published, get an agent, get a better agent, a bigger publisher). Others say you need to bare your soul, tell all sorts of personal details about your tawdry life to gain a sense of intimacy. It was interesting that we were both feeling the same pressures, even though they came from different sources and we are doing different things with our writing.  My God, we thought, if you can’t even have your blog be a place where you can just do it as you wish, for whomever happens to find it funny or enlightening or whatever, then what do we have left? Yes, of course blogging is a marketing tool. And I know that I certainly have and will use it as such.  But does it have to be? Is that all it needs to be? We had no answers for each other, just frustrations.

But as I gave Jennie a hug, saying goodbye on the Hungerford Bridge, I realised that we did have the answers for each other. We were the embodiment of our answers to the question Why Blog? Jennie and I are two women of slightly different age, who grew up on different continents, are living our adult lives thousands of miles away from each other, with nothing to connect us but our blogs. We never would have known each other in any other way, and the same is true of other bloggers around the world who I now have the honour and pleasure to call my friends. Friends don’t write letters anymore. Sad, but true.  But some of us do write blogs. And for me, at least, I know that’s enough.

Signing off. Happy New Year to all my Jewish friends. And I wish the same to all the rest of you, too — a sweet life, full of forgiveness for each other’s mistakes and shortcomings, a life full of sincere connections, no matter how they come to you.