Perhaps I should blame Lucia. Maybe she's the real reason I had a temporary absence from blogging. I know I told you I ended my blog because I couldn’t keep up with my blogging friends. I also said I had far too many blogs. All that's true but there was another reason I decided to leave the blogging world, a reason I haven’t yet admitted. And that reason had everything to do with Lucia.
Let me tell you about dear Lucia:
Lucia lives in an English village where she is the undisputed queen of society. Sadly, Lucia’s aunt-in-law has died and poor Lucia is having a very difficult time concentrating on mourning because most of her wants to think about moving to that wonderful, recently inherited house in London. Soon her head is filled with schemes for taking over London society. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she thinks of rubbing shoulders with lords and ladies, duchesses and dukes. How is Lucia to make her mark? How is she to infiltrate the ranks of the upper classes? How is she to become the queen of London society?
Soon Lucia is dropping her calling cards here, there and everywhere. She makes sure she is seen in all the right places. She tries to be all things to all people. She quickly learns the rules of society and soon she is rising up the social ladder but…
Life at the top (or near top) is precarious. A lot of effort is needed to prevent a slip back down the ladder to obscurity. Lucia is exhausted. Is all the work worth it, or should Lucia return to the less demanding and more secure role of village queen? Could her husband’s poor health give her a legitimate excuse to abandon London and her grand scheme without losing face?
I love Lucia. Of course, she has many faults. She’s self-centred and vain and scheming. Her life’s aim is to promote herself and her own interests. But still… there is something attractive about her endless energy, her cheerfulness and her ability to escape from disasters of her own making. I love her despite her faults. I actually like to sit back and ponder and enjoy these faults. I think, “I’m really glad I’m nothing like Lucia.” Or am I?
Now I have never wanted to be queen of London society. That would be ridiculous. But have I ever yearned to be an up and coming blogger, climbing the ladder of success and popularity, rubbing shoulders with the Big Bloggers? Perhaps I have travelled here, there and everywhere dropping my calling cards of comments, trying to be seen in all the right places, trying to get people to notice me.
Admittedly, I like to hop around the blogosphere ‘chatting’ with friends. There is nothing wrong with that. But could I also have got myself entangled in a web of self-promotion?
And so I ended my blog for a third reason… because I worried I was turning into a Lucia.
You all know I came back. You all know I am trying to change my attitude. I am no longer interested in getting myself invited to all those high teas, formal dinners and blogging parties. I am not hopping here, there and everywhere dropping off my comment calling cards and being seen in all the right places. I am no longer putting in effort solely to maintain any presence I may have acquired in the blogging world. I may slip back down that ladder to blogging obscurity but I no longer care.
I am a rebel blogger, having fun.
My dear friend Suzie Andres introduced me to Lucia. (Thank you, Suzie!) And if you’d like to get acquainted with her too, she can be found in E.F. Benson’s Miss Mapp and Lucia books. There are 6 books in the series- Queen Lucia, Miss Mapp, Lucia in London, Mapp and Lucia, Lucia's Progress and Trouble for Lucia- and they are GOOD.
A couple of these books are available free on the ManyBooks site as ebooks. I downloaded the rest from the Kindle store for very little money. But I discovered the complete set in two paperback volumes- The Complete Mapp and Lucia- at the Book Depository. Two magnificent books for just under $5 each, postage free. I ordered some copies and now I am going to make someone very happy this Christmas. At least I hope so!
I have heard some people say they never read fiction. They say they don't want to waste time on what is imaginary when there are so many real things to read about. But I'm not one of those people. I love escaping into a fictitious world. And sometimes, quite often in fact, I return to the real world with lots to ponder, like... Am I turning into a Lucia?