feedback

Random recent feedback on this blog:

'all she ever talks about is herself, and fuck she's a brilliant writer'.

'she thinks the things and says the things that I don't dare say about IC'

'I can't face reading it, I just can't; it makes me cry and sob and I have to turn the computer off'

'it's hysterically funny; it's so compelling; don't stop writing'.

These are four different comments I've had, two from total strangers, two from people I know, over the past week. It's strange how the same thing, the same words, can provoke completely different reactions.

Firstly of course I talk about myself. That. Is. What. This. Blog. Is. About.

If you want to read about tree monkeys, Prada or Naval History of WW2, I can't help you much.

This is about me. I say it , I say it, I'll say it again. If I bore you, don't read it.

But If you read it and I don't bore you, I'm so happy. If I make you laugh occasionally, or at least splutter, then that too is good.

If I shock you, great.

If I make you feel less alone if you too have chronic pain, that's the best thing of all.