Good morning world.
I’ve been thinking about starting a blog for a while. Why?
I used to love to write. I wrote with abandon, without being self-conscious about what I was putting down on paper. At some point, the pressure to write immobilized me (such result being not dissimilar to what happens generally when fear takes hold of me): Was it good? Was it interesting? Am I saying something important and meaningful?
But, does it really matter when I am writing for me? After all, given my monkey mind, writing does so much for me. It allows me to s l o w d o w n, to express the thoughts I cannot speak, to gestate just one of the thoughts swirling in my head, to play with sounds and words and string together lyrical phrases. Or abrupt ones. Writing is soothing, not unlike a night cap that lulls me to sleep – even if I’m not writing before bedtime.
Somewhere in the blogosphere is my old blog, still active, although untouched for almost five years. It was with me when I took my first solo trip abroad, when my heart was (what I thought to be irretrievably) broken for the first time and when I amused myself with games of word association and stream of consciousness. The joy!
So, this blog. Wordpress (among others) suggests a blog with a clear focus. However, for now, I can’t wait to express myself with the written word once again – so I’ll wait and see where this baby goes.
Starting Out In The Evening, title of My First Post, is incidentally a wonderful movie about a fictional author with a bout of writers’ block (going on 10 years). Highly recommended.