When I started this blog I was intent on writing about my fantasies, to share them and put them in a blog because I didn't want to be alone with them any more. I wanted to talk about me and my mind, tell you about what was there. Not because I thought it was extremely interesting but because it was my mind. It was a kind of self centred pursuit. Something I did for me.
I was hoping to find that my embarrassing fantasies were no so terribly private and that I shared them with some of you out there. I think it is like that. People have contacted me and told me that this and that fantasy correspond to theirs. I do love hearing from you and that is a kind of contact I hoped for. Makes me feel less weird, less strange and twisted.
Sharing is good as an inspiration as well and I hope someone has been a little inspired by some of the things I have written.
Then some comments tell me that it is well written and I get some compliments. That makes me happy and proud. I do care about writing, how things are presented, about language and how you express things. I do want to write, I love to write.
This makes me a little confused. I start thinking too much about what you want to hear and less about what I want to tell. I hope you don't think me arrogant for saying this. The thing is that I do care what you think but I don't want to lose that sense of writing from my own head. I do care that some stories get no comments and I think that you don't want to hear how it ends, like the Slave Story and to some extent the Story of Miranda (I did get a lot of comments on that one, so maybe it is unfair to mention it here). This is not my intention. I want to tell stories because I want to tell them. I start to care too much about if they are well written and such instead of the content of the story.
I don't know, really, what this post is about, maybe I want to tell you that I don't know where this blogging will take me. Will I start thinking of it as a story blog, for my texts about fantasy themes or shall I stick to the idea that it is about the landscape of the mind, what dwells inside my head and what makes me sad and excited, in the hope that what roams there is of interest to you as well?