guilty pleasures

Guilty Pleasures?

Surely the fact that they're guilty implies that you might not want to share them.

That they might be a secret card
played very close to your chest.

I realised that I have one very big guilty pleasure.

A self indulgent secret.

My little hidden treasure.

My own personal space.

That very few people know about.

My blog.

You are in on the guilty pleasure, you see.

But the majority of my 'real' people aren't.

For reasons I don't really know, 

I have kept it a secret.

And that makes it my guilty pleasure.

It's guilty because I keep it secret.

I know there isn't really a reason to.

I don't even talk about any real people on it, 

not that doesn't know about it anyway.

But a secret it remains.

And pleasure because, 

well, 

having the opportunity to write is an absolute pleasure.

Blogging has rekindled a love of writing 

that I lost 

somewhere around the time I did A-Level Language and Literature, 

and got so fed up with pulling texts apart 

that I stopped writing creatively any more.
And it's brought me a love of photography,
that has always lingered in me
but never had a reason to get out before.

And it has become somewhat of an addiction.
The blogging
and the fantastic community that has come with it.
I'll often blog in my PJs when I get up in the morning.
And it has already scuppered many plans for early nights
when I have ended up blogging and tweeting into the wee-small hours
instead of getting valuable beauty sleep.
And I think my hubby would attest to the fact
that it has given me a great big excuse to be very lazy about my house work duties.
But I love it.
It gives me a lot of pleasure,
guilty or not.

So my blog is my guilty pleasure.