Let me say that this is starting as a noble experiment. Not a vanity project. I don’t think my opinions are that fascinating, or that original, or even that deserving of a blog on tumblr, the land of the self-absorbed.
This is an experiment that is to serve two purposes:
(1) Get me writing again. Once again, not that awesome at it, but the act of writing is something I enjoy. And I feel like with a blog, and a computer-aided processing, my excuses to NOT start writing again will have disappeared. I don’t mind disappointing my journal. Besides, it’s a grease stain on it, probably from some disgusting concoction I made one night when I was not of sober mind and thought. I’m sure Hemmingway’s journals were covered in nasty shit.
But I digress.
(2) I need to occupy myself at work. Like most people’s jobs, my responsibilities come in peaks and valleys. And I have hit quite a valley. And probably will be in one for awhile to come. Productivity has always been a strong point of mine. But without projects to be productive on…ah, there’s the rub as Willy wrote once.
I had a journal once, but it was mostly about musings of unrequited love and poorly written angsty poetry (material that was far too emo to have the stamp of a 22 year old college graduate on it). Then I moved, and experienced one of the most magnificent, transformative, shaping, and heartbreaking years of my life. And I did not write a single word to chronicle it. Perhaps I would look back at it now with the same sort of jaded contempt I have for my previous entries, but I’ve always been a fan of romanticizing what could have been.
And of all that fails, I can always post comics from xkcd or cat pictures. So, I don’t think anyone really will lose in this.
And that brings me to this point. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it has begun.
