Yesterday I had a cry, as I’m sure many of you have felt compelled to do recently. The sort of cry that sneaks up on you after what already feels like an eternity of this ‘working from home’ lark, coupled with lack of decent sleep and the (entirely internal) pressure to be PRODUCING SOMETHING AMAZING AND CREATIVE, despite the fact that I never really did a whole lot of that in the first place.
<All of this said whilst recognising that I am in a privileged position to be able to safely work from home and not be caring for someone or trying to home school anyone. I am never taking that for granted, I promise you>
Whilst grappling around for one tiny thing that I can control, my aggressive inner-voice kept poking me and saying
You need to be posting on your blog.
You have about a thousand reviews to do.
Why don’t you stop scoffing biscuits while watching The Tiger King and get on with it?
I have since realised, that one of the things that I do not need to put pressure on myself for at the moment is content for the blog.
People might want recommendations certainly. I’m all for that. But it really doesn’t have to be me. Other people might want to talk to the world about books, without the faff of setting up their own blog. Offbeat Book Club has always been a community and I’d love for the blog to reflect that more.
Offbeat Book Club is looking for contributors. I want to help you to share your thoughts on the offbeat books that you’re reading with the world. No word counts, no restrictions, no hoity-toity referencing or academic-speak (unless that’s your thing!)
Big virtual hugs and sloppy digital kisses,