My list of unfinished, and thus unpublished blog posts is growing. For each one, I got stuck and stopped. Writer’s block, blogger’s block. Blogked, without further progress.
I tried getting the words out on a post all week this last week. Still not finished.
A couple of weeks before that, the same with a post about a book author I met at the 2013 Minnesota Ironman Bike Ride. Not to mention the post about the great ride I had that day. How long ago was the event? Only five weeks tomorrow. Sigh.
Last November’s NaNoWriMo. My first 5K. Other assorted topics.
At least I managed to get unblogked enough to finish this one all the way to clicking Publish.
My secret is out. I explicitly mentioned I’ve been blogging here to someone I know. I mentioned it as part of a comment on her blog.
Part of blogging is wanting other people to read what you have written. This is true even for those bloggers who say that are only writing for themselves. If they were truly writing only for themselves, they would record their posts in some form that only they can access, like a journal.
It’s not that I’m purposely hiding my blog from anyone. I simply am not overtly advertising.
Up until now, save for a brief visit by one person on the other side of the world, I have been my blog’s sole visitor. But a visit from a complete stranger is not the same as a visit from someone you know.
OK, I admit it: I am a little nervous about having people I know read my blog. Especially those who do not also have a blog of their own that I can visit. I’m throwing myself out there publicly, while they remain safely hidden.
But how is posting on a blog really any different from posting on say, Facebook? Hmm. Much the same, actually. Except that you can’t unfriend an unruly blog reader. Not to imply my friends are unruly. Well, most of them…
I took a quick tour of my posts to date. Hmm. They seem rather… Unlight. I was hoping for something a little less… Depressing?
Maybe this is just that early phase in a young blog’s life, where it is still developing its voice. The author’s voice. My voice.
I have tried taking two completely separate topics and combining them into a single post via an unexpected link. But I’m not sure I’m doing it very well. As I alluded above, my posts of this kind feel rather cloudy to me. More practice is needed to pull it off with sunshine.
So, time for a bit of change of direction.
WordPress.com has a wonderful feature called Freshly Pressed. Great for stretching your wings. There are some rather amazing writers out in the blogosphere. A few have had me LOLing. (Perhaps more correctly, “lolling.”) Really? Really.
I am going to try emulating styles of posts I find a little bright than what I’ve got so far. Maybe my blog will even learn to sing!
If you scroll to the bottom of the page, you will see that this blog is hosted on WordPress.com. I highly recommend the service if you ever want to put your words or photos up for all to see.
As I write this, WordPress.com offers a choice of 175 themes. Certainly one of those can provide a suitably matching canvas to match words and images.
And yet, I cannot decide which theme I think matches best.
Winter was very mild, almost like it didn’t happen. Every other day was a spring day. I could get used to winters like that.
Today is the first day of spring, but it feels more like the first day of summer. Bulb plants awoke and poked through the soil to greet the warming days in early February. In a normal year you might not see the shoots until April.
Ideas have started stirring, wanting to peek out into the world. They are dormant no more.