QUITE a few folk have been asking about where the blog went.
Not strictly true.
I’m paraphrasing a volunteer columnist (whom I will call “Arthur”) who produced meticulous opinion pieces for one of the newspapers* I used to work on.
In the frenzy of newspaper production his finely crafted columns would inevitably be chopped around (aka edited) or relegated to page 47 or left out completely.
He did his best to understand but doggedly continued to drop in his obscure special-interest articles, because he didn’t want to disappoint “folk”.
I’m a bit more realistic. I know “folk” (my mum and my daughter, and some kind friends) do read my epistles, and I thank them. I also realise people have little time to read things these days, and articles with salacious celebrity content will take priority (I’m a sucker for click-bait too).
Arthur’s revenge is that blogging is actually more soul-destroying than writing for newspapers.
The blog website will tell you, for example, an article has been viewed by 76 people and has received two “likes”.
In other words, 74 readers thought it was crap.
But Arthur, like you, I will persist. More stories are on the way.
The absence of mobile phone reception in these parts of the vast Kimberley is not conducive to blogging or any other form of social media.
Some station stays offer limited and costly wi-fi, and uploading photos (my major aim) is like pulling teeth.
As a result one has resorted to writing (with a pen) in a journal (the book kind). And occasionally talking to folk. It’s a bit weird.
*Newspapers were printed devices with real paper pages. Google to find out more.
Another social media tip. Feet shots, usually with beautifully manicured toenails, can score lots of likes on Instagram. Hope this glamour pic of reclining Crocs footwear will score some sponsorship. Location: Sir John Gorge, Mornington Wilderness Sanctuary, west Kimberley.