I’ve gone from being a timid first time blogger, anxious and unsure about myself and my place in the blogosphere, to being what I am today, someone who voices her opinion on any subject she finds fitting, be it in the poetic form or the prosaic. Do I sound cocky if I say I no longer worry about what the critics may say? It probably does, and I don’t want to scare any readers off as I am still, stupidly perhaps, very much in awe of the fact that people seem to enjoy my scribbles. But I am proud. Proud of A Glass of Bubbly and proud of myself for the courage it shows to post, post and post again.
The form of A Glass of Bubbly hasn’t changed much in the last month. If anything I have produced more poetry than I expected, than I predicted. Than I ever thought I could. Just lately quite a lot of that poetry has been deeply personal, but judging by the latest developments that won’t be the case in the future. Sadly, but that is life. I have also produced a lot of rhyming poetry and I still feel that this kind of poetry is not considered very ‘high brow’, very cultural… Still… It it is in my head, it gets put on here whether rhyming or not. Some of it, quite frankly, stinks and the rhyming doesn’t help, but some of it may – just may – affect others in some ways.
Two months ago I broke free (though it didn’t feel like that was what I was doing at the time). I set out on my own, a scared bird with her wings recently clipped but possessed by an anger and a will to create. A Glass of Bubbly was my safety valve and I just wanted to vent. In the months gone past I have surpassed the commune I broke free of when it comes to viewers and I no longer feel as if I am competing with anyone, except for with myself. I guess that is something I have to live with, it is just who I am.
I write for myself and the fact that others want to read my scribbles is a constant surprise, a joy and a blessing (although I have to say that I don’t believe in blessings as such, and still sometimes cringe when told that my day has been blessed). I am forever grateful for the attention I am getting, although I am holding back, not wanting to get big-headed or cocky after only two short months.
The photographs I use to illustrate my words are mostly found on the internet. Using Google makes it easy, although it can sometimes also be frustrating when I see the picture I want in my mind but can’t find it anywhere. I would, once again, like to thank those talented friends of mine who have graciously agreed to let me use their visual works, but I also want to thank all the amazing – though sometimes anonymous – people who use the web, the internet, the interwebz, to spread their artwork and their illustrations. Any illustration I use is, to the best of my capabilities, linked back to where I got it.
A Glass of Bubbly is me. That’s the easiest way to put it, and I’m not trying to make more of me than I am. Most of my scribbles, whether in the form of poems, essays or Random Thoughts come from inside my head, based on what is going on in my life or in the world at large, or just based on something I see around me. The smallest thing can inspire if you just let it. Does that sound pretentious? I guess pretension is also a part of me…
After all, CC Champagne and A Glass of Bubbly are parts of me. Only parts. Even I don’t know my full potential yet, but I am looking forward to continuing the search… Life is a broken mirror on the floor, overall a distorted image, but each and every piece you pick up is unique and once you take the time and make the effort Mother Nature and life in general reveal more and more of themselves and present a more complete picture of not only you, the viewer, but of the world behind you as you look in the mirror.
Thank you for reading and thank you for any and all feed-back you give. I try to respond to every comment, so please keep on commenting. And thank you for making A Glass of Bubbly what it is, and me what I am. I look forward to continuing this journey with you!