houghchrst

Hi Chris,
I saw a recent post where you mentioned wanting to give up on your blog. I hope you won't give up. I have a blog here though it's really mostly some copied and pasted entries from a books blog I've been maintaining for years. In about 12 years I think maybe two people have looked at it, and the part that is here on this board gets no views either. I haven't made any effort to promote it. I'm not sure I want to deal with a lot of comments, anyway. I keep it going for my own use. It's helpful to look back and find out what I thought about a book I read some years ago. When there aren't many people to talk to, writing can be almost like having a friend--one who isn't going to talk back or give you a lot of criticism. I hope that you'll keep your blog going. I taught English before I became disabled. I saw a lot of writing done by my students, who were adults. You might be surprised by how many people just can't express themselves but writing seems to come easily to you. The space is here for you--why not fill it with whatever you want to say?

Hope your depression will lift soon.

Thank you Agate, for some reason, I guess embarrassment, if I think too long on it and then self pity comes in and tells me I'm stupid and pathetic, that terrible self talk that depression brings in and I think I am going to stop but I don't think I will. I use to journal when I was getting clean and sober, then while I was in therapy and pregnant, and brief stints here and there. I think all my journals are full.

Aahh English, one of my favorite classes. Where I learned to love books. I had a high school teacher who read to us for a bit every morning, Mr. Daunt, he was actually the one who got me hooked on horror. He read a horror short story that terrified me for years. I loved it! Grade A student, wrote a lot of College papers. Did a 13 page paper on cannibalism in the modern world. My teach loved it.

My mother was an avid reader of all kinds of books but the more she drank and became severely depressed she began to read true crime novels which gave her nightmares she said. I prefer my horror to be fiction, I know how bad the world can be.

Hi Chris,
I've read quite a few true crime stories, not so much horror fiction. I recall one very unsettling story I read in high school, "To Build a Fire" by Jack London. It's not exactly horror--maybe an adventure story. It's about a man in danger of freezing to death--set in Alaska, I think.

It's so nice when someone says English class was enjoyable. Many of my students pretty much suffered through it because it was required. I did enjoy seeing how they expressed themselves and what they had to say.

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Thank you Agate, for some reason, I guess embarrassment, if I think too long on it and then self pity comes in and tells me I'm stupid and pathetic, that terrible self talk that depression brings in and I think I am going to stop but I don't think I will. I use to journal when I was getting clean and sober, then while I was in therapy and pregnant, and brief stints here and there. I think all my journals are full.

Aahh English, one of my favorite classes. Where I learned to love books. I had a high school teacher who read to us for a bit every morning, Mr. Daunt, he was actually the one who got me hooked on horror. He read a horror short story that terrified me for years. I loved it! Grade A student, wrote a lot of College papers. Did a 13 page paper on cannibalism in the modern world. My teach loved it.

My mother was an avid reader of all kinds of books but the more she drank and became severely depressed she began to read true crime novels which gave her nightmares she said. I prefer my horror to be fiction, I know how bad the world can be.

Please just write here. No need to judge yourself. There is a reason these blogs features exist. I mostly use the blog here to post extra details on my films or nonsense. I loved English class too!