Sometimes I miss the early days of my blogging career when I didn’t think about who was reading these words and what they thought. I didn’t think twice about whether people commented or if anyone would share my posts.
I just wrote and fell in love with something that was new and exciting.
Didn’t worry about RSS, Facebook, Twitter or Pinterest then. Wasn’t concerned with trying to become the greatest daddy blogger ever nor did I think about whether I was doing a good job of marketing my blog.
Times change. People change. Blogs change.
Now I think about these things, not all the time but they cross my mind. Now you see comments on my Facebook page about how some of the more popular bloggers produce crap and have readers tell them it is gold.
Flip through these pages here and I’ll show you posts about why I think most lists are a joke and how the blog conferences do a lousy job of finding speakers. Sift on through and you’ll probably find a post or two where I talk about how there are cliques of bloggers that select their friends to write to work with them at the “big, fancy publications where you get paid a couple of bucks to write.
You’ll probably find a post or two where I talk about how ego destroys blogs and bloggers. Most of the time I don’t care, but I am human. Sometimes it irks me to see people who have half the talent get where I want to be going.
If my kids were to bring that sort of complaint to me I would ask them if it makes sense to complain or find another way to make it happen. That is the kind of advice I need to live by.
Write now is what I should be doing- writing.
Enough of the jibber jabber and the silly chit chat. Enough of the sour grapes about the people who pump out shit and feeling like mine doesn’t stink. That is a time suck that provides no benefits. So we are going back to the basics
I am going to write with reckless abandon and those who wish to read along can do so or go elsewhere. If you don’t like the content you don’t have to stick around. If you think I update too frequently you don’t have to stick around either.
The goal here is to shake off the rust and get moving. The goal is to just write and let the words flow because there has been a problem here.
I wouldn’t call it writer’s block because I have a million ideas and a ton of partially written drafts, but you could say that I have been constipated. For whatever reason I haven’t written these posts the way I want to or am capable of.
Some of it probably stems from producing content for several different blogs as well as some personal crap that has been pulling me away from here.
I draw the line here. Here is where I make my stand.
What Sort of Content Will We See?
I am glad you asked. The answer is I don’t know. Whatever comes to mind and makes my tiny black heart sing. I offered some writing advice to a friend recently and suggested that she flip through the mental movies in her head and share whatever looks bright and shiny.
So here is something bright and shiny that some of you won’t want to read because it is classified as TMI. So here is your opportunity to click away to a different post here or elsewhere.
And here we…go.
Since my children are in new schools I am just starting to get to know the other parents in their classes. The other day one of the fathers at one of the schools introduced me to his wife. Sounds perfectly normal right?
Well, it is and it isn’t.
I know his wife in ways he probably would prefer that I don’t. But I don’t have fond memories.
There are a couple of people who stand out in my mind for how badly they kissed and she is one of them. It was like being with a St. Bernard.
Every time she kissed me I had to wipe my face off afterwards. She also holds the distinction of having caught me with a tooth so effectively I took my friend and went home.
There is more that I could say but I think we’ll leave it at that.
All I want to do is write and this is where it starts..again.
The passion has been provoked and the flames are flowing freely. You’ll see the results here and on the story blog and maybe a few other places too.
And I can guarantee that I’ll keep going whether you comment or not. Comments are cool, but they aren’t currency.