What might be worthwhile for this blog to be?

Perhaps I should consider first what it should not be.

It should not be tabloid. We democratised publishing so that anyone can now say ridiculous things to gain attention, clicks and cash. Politically left or right; most blogs are odious, needy whores in their greed. I don’t need or desire clicks; I have nothing to sell. This is going to be a long-hand love letter, possibly to you.

It should not be Twitter, which despite its diversity is, at its best, yelling something. Sometimes humorously, sometimes insightfully, but nonetheless a yell. This should be a place for murmured thoughts.

It should not be Facebook, a great polluted ocean of life’s detritus. It should have a pure and consistent quality of tone.

These are my initial thoughts. I do have an idea what I want to write first. Why do I want to write it? Because it is a topic dear to me; and perhaps that is what this blog should be. Things that are dear to me.

The world is particularly thorny right now. This will be cotton wisps with, I hope, the gravity of love.