I’m starting to realise that blogging isn’t as easy as it seems. It usually seems that No.2 Son just blabs on about whatever he feels like, demonstrating to the world that he has a diverse range of interests and way too much time on his hands.

If your blog is only a particular topic, such as sports or politics, it makes it much easier in that your audience already knows what to expect from you. And when you do a diary blog, your biggest challenge is to lead a sufficently interesting life to attract a reader’s attention. But when you have a blog that doesn’t really fit into any category (other than runner-up in Best Newcomer), it makes it hard.

Initially, this blog began as a way for No.2 Son to partially redeem himself by keeping the family back home updated with what was happening, particularly with the family members we missed (i.e. Mrs M, JC, PB and Misti).

As an interesting sidebar, Misti was named by me. The story goes as follows. Misti entered our lives on the 21st birthday of Mrs M, and the challenge was on to find a name for a dog none of us had yet seen, and the problem was invariably that someone always disliked whatever name everyone else came up with. Eventually, in an effort to point out how silly some of the names were, I suggested the dog be called “The Mysterious, Stupendous and Enigmatic Paul”. There was some mild chuckles, followed by Mrs M telling me the name was too long for the collar. “That’s ok,” I quipped back, “you can call her Misty for short.”

And so it was that Misty was named Misti. For the record, Mrs M’s mother didn’t like the name, but was outvoted 1-0 by Mrs M. This story is true, except for the bit about Mrs M having been at her 21st birthday party at the time. It was really her 30th, I was just trying for flattery.

Anyway, back to what I was droning on about. So this blog began as a way to keep people in Australia up to date with what was happening in Hong Kong. From there, it grew into some observations about life in Hong Kong, and from No 2. Son’s free time, other blogger’s blogs and a plethora of obscure newspaper stories.

Being so mixed, it can be hard to come up with comments that are sufficiently interesting for al the diverese groups of readers. Fortunately, I don’t have to tell the family in Australia what is happening in my life as they know first hand, and I don’t have time to read other blogger’s blogs, so I guess have managed to alienate the entire blog’s audience. Bugger.

Then again, at least in typing this I have realised that it is actually not so hard to write a comment, so it wasn’t all a waste.