I simply cannot continue having conversations with myself, about myself, and writing lengthy posts for a blog that doesn't exist. It can't continue.
The biggest thing stopping me is this silly need for a punchy first post.
I mean, how do you start a blog now, in 2015? How do you start just writing, without sharing all the context of all the everythings that have gone before?
[Why didn't I start that blog in 2006 when I wanted to (but already was struck by latecomers-syndrome)? I fear and suspect I have been writing mental blog posts ever since then - searching for that elusive, perfect introduction.]
So screw it. I'm done trying define and pinpoint what exactly I want this blog to be about. (It will be about whatever I want it to be about, at that time.) I'm done trying to identify the perfect entry point; the story that would neatly summarise me, my life and how I got to this point of writing this post right now. (Who is really going to read this anyway?) I'm done trying to decide what will be on my about page and what template I should use. That crap doesn't really matter.
I need a place to write. To spew out these words that arrange themselves in ordered patterns in my mind, begging to be let out to play.
And this shall be that place and this shall be that post.
The biggest thing stopping me is this silly need for a punchy first post.
I mean, how do you start a blog now, in 2015? How do you start just writing, without sharing all the context of all the everythings that have gone before?
[Why didn't I start that blog in 2006 when I wanted to (but already was struck by latecomers-syndrome)? I fear and suspect I have been writing mental blog posts ever since then - searching for that elusive, perfect introduction.]
So screw it. I'm done trying define and pinpoint what exactly I want this blog to be about. (It will be about whatever I want it to be about, at that time.) I'm done trying to identify the perfect entry point; the story that would neatly summarise me, my life and how I got to this point of writing this post right now. (Who is really going to read this anyway?) I'm done trying to decide what will be on my about page and what template I should use. That crap doesn't really matter.
I need a place to write. To spew out these words that arrange themselves in ordered patterns in my mind, begging to be let out to play.
And this shall be that place and this shall be that post.
