Two Years
It's really hard to believe that I've been blogging for two years now. It really doesn't feel that long. Of course, I only posted 22 entries in the first year, so that almost didn't count. It was pathetic. I had a web page back then (still do) so the blog wasn't really my focus.
When I started this blog, I wanted to write about my trials and tribulations as a newbie writer. I put up my goals, my New Year resolutions, and I tried to write about rejections and what I learned about the publishing business. Then I suppose I got bored. There wasn't really that much going on between submissions and writing my WIP.
Eventually, the blog evolved. Sometimes my posts have nothing to do with writing. Sometimes it's like a place for promoting my work, and I'd imagine people actually come here and read what I have to say (funny how we fool ourselves into thinking that way). In a way, it's rather therapeutic. In a way, it's also rather silly.
I don't know. Will this continue? Will this be something I'd be doing a year from now? Two years from now? The funny thing is that when I was younger, I NEVER wrote journals or diaries. I hated it. I had absolutely nothing to say to Dear Diary. It felt stupid. I always write, but back then I wasn't really much of a writer. Writing seemed to be a way for me to "impress" others, rather than to express myself. I suppose that's still true now. But I am more comfortable with myself now and it's not always about trying to impress someone else. For all I know, nobody reads this thing anyway so it's not like I'm going to impress anyone. But I write for fun, for the joy of it, and it's a wonderful thing to go back to the archive and read a snapshot of my brain -- WHAT WAS I THINKING?
So, my readers (yes, that means you, and you, and -- oh goodie -- you... all 3 of you), what is your blog story? How did you start? Why did you start? And what did you learn from the experience? Will you continue to do it? What do you want to get out of this?
Questions. Questions. Questions.
Now answer me.
Category: Ray, Writing, Fiction
When I started this blog, I wanted to write about my trials and tribulations as a newbie writer. I put up my goals, my New Year resolutions, and I tried to write about rejections and what I learned about the publishing business. Then I suppose I got bored. There wasn't really that much going on between submissions and writing my WIP.
Eventually, the blog evolved. Sometimes my posts have nothing to do with writing. Sometimes it's like a place for promoting my work, and I'd imagine people actually come here and read what I have to say (funny how we fool ourselves into thinking that way). In a way, it's rather therapeutic. In a way, it's also rather silly.
I don't know. Will this continue? Will this be something I'd be doing a year from now? Two years from now? The funny thing is that when I was younger, I NEVER wrote journals or diaries. I hated it. I had absolutely nothing to say to Dear Diary. It felt stupid. I always write, but back then I wasn't really much of a writer. Writing seemed to be a way for me to "impress" others, rather than to express myself. I suppose that's still true now. But I am more comfortable with myself now and it's not always about trying to impress someone else. For all I know, nobody reads this thing anyway so it's not like I'm going to impress anyone. But I write for fun, for the joy of it, and it's a wonderful thing to go back to the archive and read a snapshot of my brain -- WHAT WAS I THINKING?
So, my readers (yes, that means you, and you, and -- oh goodie -- you... all 3 of you), what is your blog story? How did you start? Why did you start? And what did you learn from the experience? Will you continue to do it? What do you want to get out of this?
Questions. Questions. Questions.
Now answer me.
Category: Ray, Writing, Fiction
Comments
One can dream.
Can't wait to read your book.
Joanne, how true. Sometimes I wonder if I'm being too honest, too personal here. You know, I am the man of mystery and all...
XD
I started blogging to get my work out and it felt good! Now I have a fan and I am very proud of it. Yes I said a fan. So? Gotta start somewhere, right? I am so proud to know you. Imagine all this happening for you in just two years. Gives me hope!