Skip to main content

My Voice, my brand...

One of my commentators was glad to hear me writing in my own voice last week.

This comment has been playing on my mind because I'm not sure what that voice is.

I caught the end of a Twitter conversation about blog branding where someone quoted a bloggers brand as being what other people say about you when you're not in the room.

This made me laugh because I have no idea what other bloggers might say about me when I'm not in the room - or even if other bloggers care to say anything about me at all, I'm not really well known in blogging circles as I tend to dip in and out a lot, though I admire many blogs from afar.

One of my friends who blogs is in the process of changing her entire blog (name, url, blog service provider) so that her blog will reflect her better. She is even considering having more than one blog.

I couldn't handle more than one blog - I've tried; at one point I had five blogs, including two secret blogs, this blog, a fitness blog, and an anonymous blog... It was all too hard.

I've considered making this blog mostly about writing.

I've considered making this blog mostly social commentary (not comedic, mind you, I'm just not that clever).

I've considered making it a straight out mummy-blog about raising children and my understanding of child development.

I've even considered making it a blog about living with disability and disorders and conditions (seeing as I have plenty of those to share insights about!).

The thing is, I would get bored.

I don't have one voice.

Sometimes I'm all gloom and doom and the world is going to hell in a handbasket.

Sometimes I'm all "Always look on the bright side of life, de-dah, duh-dum, duh-dum, de-dah!".

Sometimes I find myself in teach and preach mode (which was where I was when writing the blog my friend commented on being in my voice).

Sometimes I'm in Loki-mode, being a mischief maker set on bewildering people and causing them to question their understanding of reality.

Image by Sara Harvey
I guess all these "voices" are why I call this blog "At the Bottom of the Garden"... You just don't know what you might find there; something pretty, something rotten, something magical, something forgotten...

The main thing to know about is my voice, at any given moment, is my authentic voice in that moment. It may change in the next moment, it may even contradict itself - my thoughts are a rollercoaster ride, you just have to hang on and go with them... My voice is always authentic whatever it sounds like at the time. I consider myself to be on a journey of learning, I try to be earnest about that journey and so what I write is a true reflection of how I feel and who I am in the moment of writing.

As for what people might say about me (my blog) when I'm not in the room - I guess that'll depend on which posts they've read and how they have heard my voice... I am the The Doctor of the blog world, my voice takes many forms - it is ever regenerating, it cannot be contained - and I'm okay with that.

Comments

I love this post "I don't have one voice" and " so what I write is a true reflection of how I feel and who I am in the moment of writing".

I personally like reading and writing 'in the moment' posts. I think it captures so much more than ones that are considered over longer periods of time. The true emotion is what I feel connects people.

I like your style, that is what is so interesting and why I like your blog.

gemma
Sif said…
Thanks Gemma :). Sometimes I really admire other bloggers who have a very strong and uniform voice and I think it would be lovely to be like that - consistent. But I guess I'm consistent in my inconsistency :D...

Popular posts from this blog

12 Things Happy People Do Differently - a self-reflection...

A few days ago a Facebook friend posted the above poster on her wall. I believe she got these points from this blog which she enjoys reading, and the bloggers on the Marc and Angel Hack Life blog derived their discussion of these points from this book, available on Amazon - you're welcome! I have to admit, I haven't read the blog or the book I've just mentioned but wanted my readers to have access to the sources of the poster for their own reflective purposes.
The New Year will be upon us in but a few days and I thought this a great opportunity to do a little personal assessment on how I'm playing the happy game. I'm often not very happy at all - I don't need to be happy all the time, let me just say that up front - I personally believe that life is a balancing act and those who seek euphoria often will also often feel desolation because in all things there must be balance. The great riches of the few on this planet come at the personal cost of the many as is …

The symbolism of elephants...

Just recently I've been seeing and noticing elephants everywhere!

A few weeks ago I saw the Samsung Elephant Ad, and watching that led me to watching a video with an elephant painting (seriously, you have to watch it to believe it!).

Then last night the boys told me they were having a free dress day at school to raise money for 'Mali the Elephant' - who turned out to be a paper maché statue which the children will paint and then show around the council before it comes back to the school to stand outside the performing arts room.

Then this morning I followed a link from Twitter to Toushka Lee's blog and read this post about an elephant orphanage in Sri Lanka.

This morning the Grumpy Old Man did another driving test and unfortunately didn't pass. We've booked his next test and are looking forward to that now. About ten minutes before he walked in the door I saw this poster on Facebook...


At the time, I didn't know if the Grumpy Old Man had been successful or …

Alone... And Stuff...

Do you ever just need to be alone?



As the boys are growing up, we have more times when the house is quiet. The youngest will be asleep. One will be reading, one will be playing on his computer with headphones on, one will be painting and there is stillness.

Sometimes, even that is not enough.

Sometimes I crave being alone, with no possibility of someone suddenly realising they have to tell me something important or ask me a question or even just crash about in the kitchen.

Sometimes I crave S P A C E, lots and lots of space, being able to walk from room to room without encountering another soul.

This is how I felt when I woke up this morning, so instead of getting ready for work, I decided to stay home. Get up, but not go anywhere, no hear the sound of my own voice, or anyone else's.

I think this might just be part of getting older. After a lifetime of chasing after other people and trying not to be alone, my mind and body is full of thoughts, experiences, feelings, and busy-ness …