I’ve always wanted to start a blog.
Actually, I should clarify: I’ve always wanted to start a successful blog.
I’ve had plenty of failed attempts. There are more blogspot and wordpress accounts out there with some rendition of my name than I would like to think about. Mainly because thinking about them gives me a headache.
So what makes this one so different?
I’m a writer at heart. I’ve been writing since I was 6 years old (though, more sporadically these days as the 9-5 scrapes away at the essence of my soul), and I’ve recently starting taking up photography with my iPhone camera. So I decided to try and blend those two together. A hodgepodge of blog posts, poetry, short fiction, and photography.
I don’t expect anyone to read them. Honestly, I don’t want anyone to read them. Makes less pressure to actually pump out content worthy material. Instead, I hope that that this could become some sort of archive for myself as I grow old and weary. Maybe in 30 years I can look back at this and laugh about what I’ve written. Or cringe. Whichever is appropriate.
And it’s definitely a little worrisome. After all, everything is permanent on the internet. So even if I let this page die after two years, or if I delete everything on here, something will stay. There will always be a reminder of my half-assed attempt at a blog (which is even more funny in a post-blog frenzy internet. This isn’t 2009 anymore).
So, as I sit here at work wondering why I have to stay till 5, I begin this voyage into fairly trekked territory, hoping to make my own mark.
Till next time,