Today, for the first time, Mappings was hit with criticism.
Ok, well, not criticism, but opinions that demanded a new entry.
"Your blog is a vent blog"
"Your blog is not a chilling out blog"
Damn right its not.
In the entry Raw Dawn, I specifically described why Mappings was born.
Mappings swallows my fear, anger, passion, desire, rage, anger, jealously, cruelty and love.
He makes it his and puts in words.
I dont care if people dont minimize Mappings to stare at the whole day.
I dont care if people dont sigh at Mappings and think "life is good"
I write Mappings because he helps me.
Not because he’s entertaining.
I had two blogs before Mappings.
Colours and the Complex and Colours and the Complex Part Deux.
They were funny and light and frivolous.
They were "chilling out blogs"
I deleted the first in 3 months. The latter lasted longer because it connected me to some of the most beautiful friends I had.
Then I woke up and realised I was so busy writing for other people, I had forgotten how to write for myself.
And I gave birth to Mappings.
Heres to my Mappings.
Who is over a year old and gives me more joy than most people.