So Here We Are Now
I have had this blog for the better part of three years, and I have never posted anything of substance to it. You could say that I am a little apprehensive about writing anything here. Most of this is because I am afraid of submitting anything damning to the public record. (I have done that before, by the way, and believe me it is not something that I care to repeat. Anyone interested in finding out how heedless and thoughtless I can be to my friends just needs to consult Google.) I am starting up again largely because I feel like it is time to get over myself.
Blogging is a departure from my normal style of writing, which I would characterize as redactionist. Most of my past writing experience has been short essays or 800 word opinion pieces. In either case, writing is largely the act of getting something (anything) down and reading and editing it over and over until I am happy with it. (I have never bothered to compare myself with other writers to see if this is typically or not, but I would be curious to find out.) For publication, I usually spend between 30 and 60 minutes per 100 words, so I produce a piece in roughly 6 hours. In order to get this far I have already had to output words at more than 15 times my normal “for publication” rate.
Of course, writing like that is not in the spirit of a blog–which is more playful and more stream of consciousness than not.
I am not sure yet what I will write about. Generally I find that the best and most “spiritually complete” topics are those that I have been stewing on for many months–this, by the way, is why man invented driving. I have far too many interests, but really only a few obsessions, and the later are what I think make good blogs.
I also have it in my mind to try and imitate something of the spirit of journaling as it is was practiced in the 19th century.
So here we are now, beloved reader, at this place and this time. I am going to have a lot of fun with this project. Nothing else would do.
