On Friday, April 24th of 2009 I started blogging here and seven plus months and 185 posts later, I am still doing it. To be honest, I didn't think I would do it. Oh sure I talk too much, but to blog that much over that period of time? I didn't believe it would happen, or I was even capable of doing it. That first post was a rambling, disjointed foray onto the blog-o-sphere. This post should be a better explanation of why I started and why I continue and what it all means.. maybe.
I read blogs, some are good and I go back, others are okay and I don't go back, reading time is precious. Last March I was just scanning along, reading some stuff and I came across Wil Wheaton's blog. I bumped into it before, but this time I started reading in earnest and going back through archives. It is a very good blog, very entertaining and kinda sparked something. Being a 'net surfer, I started linking off his site to other sites, other blogs, and I got hooked. There are some fine blogs I visit on a regular basis, check out my links. Finally, after a month of debate, I said to myself, just blog, wing it if you have to, but just start blogging. So I did.
Those early posts are quite simply, horrible. I had no idea where I was going, or any clue what to do, but by golly, I was doing. I still don't what I am doing really. I am still just kinda winging it, maybe with a bit more style, but in the end? just winging it. I still have to find a voice and do all those things you should do in a daily blog, but baby steps, baby steps.
But it was a beginning, which leads me to my next point, writing. When I was thinking about starting a blog, I was in a deep block, as in the dreaded writer's block I get afflicted with so often. I can not explain how bad I get, but sometimes it is so depressing I freeze for months at a time. I have been like that since I started scribbling detective stories way back in elementary school. I loved The Hardy Boys and like all kids, I imagine, wrote my own little stories. Then I discovered music and poetry and girls and I could go on, but I changed a wee bit. I still wrote all along, but I had also discovered the block.
At the start of the Nineties, I started publishing poetry in the small press(I even did a chapbook) and did so for a few years and then one thing lead to another and I stopped. There is that freakin block again. Oh I have started a ton of short stories, a few novels, have slips of paper with half finished poems over the years. I have a tree's worth of half finished, barely started projects. Which in turn leads me back to blogging. I figured if I blogged, that would get the juices flowing again, help fight off the block.
So I read blogs, did some stories over at Ficly, got on Facebook and Twitter and really started writing constantly again. Heck, I even started collecting rejection slips again and had a bit of success as well. I have written a butt load of poetry, even collecting some of it for a book(maybe). I used to have a hang up about poetry. I love it, I love writing it, but I have always had this hang up about talking about it. I think I got over that this year(see Paddy's Poetry Corner).
And, I am back into the short story game as well. I love short stories and I have finished and started a bunch of those as well. We'll see if I can get a few published this year, I will give it a go. At worse, I'll have a few more rejection slips for the collection, but I have grown a pretty thick skin and that doesn't bother me anymore. No stopping now.
Then I did NaNoWriMo, because like all people who want to write and love stories, I want to finish and publish(that is important ya know) a novel. Sure, I have started many over the years, never finished one either. This time, I have not only started, but I am happily over halfway through the story and I keep writing in that story every day. Thanks to the blog, the juices are flowing. This is why I started, to write more and keep the demons at bay and get some stories finished, to brave the world with my poetry and my prose. It has worked so far for the novel, more then anything else.
And that, my fellow wanderers, is why I continue. Because with this outlet as one of my tools, if you'll pardon the expression, I can accomplish my goals of getting my stories out to the public. What does it all mean in the end? Well, I think you'll see plenty of blog pieces about a wide range of subjects. Hopefully, the entries will get better, entertain you the reader, and you'll stick around to read more. I have a list of goals in writing, one of which is to write a better blog and to keep the fingers tip tapping away. Who knows where I'll wander? The trip oughta be fun, so far so good.