The venue for last week’s conference in the States was a hotel in which I’d stayed a few years ago. Last time around, it was for a weekend with a kinky friend; in fact, the 70+ storey building probably remains the highest place I’ve ever administered a spanking (or, erm, done other things).
This time’s trip was far more boring, aside from the kinky-themed work presentation I described in my last post. But what interested me was that I was able to search here on The Spanking Writers to see what I’d posted during my previous visit – and how the blog brought the memories flooding back.
It’s interesting: blogging’s always been a real-time thing for me – for capturing thoughts as they occur to me, and things of interest that happen as and when they do. But after seven years or more, it’s suddenly struck me that the site’s become something of a record of a certain aspect of my life – for good and (occasionally) for bad. I never planned it to become a kind of kinky autobiography, but the “real-life spanking” section and other posts seem to have inadvertently started to become that. And that makes me think of the blog in a very different way…
I hope you’re thinking of it in a good way! I certainly consider this blog to be a place I come to see into this beautiful corner of one man’s mind, and to see where life is taking you.