Goals
I’ve always loved writing11. Well, more the idea than the process which is usually rather tedious for me. There’s some precious times I get in the flow, but often I write because I am compelled to do so. And then there’s having to share. and I used to think that I’d just be someone who writes in the future—whether that be an author or a journalist—but with age I’ve thrown more and more roadblocks my way.
At first, I’d refuse to write anything down if I wasn’t completely committed to my phrasing, then I’d get stuck in endless edits22. Not editing per se. Mostly telling myself that I needed to edit it, never doing it and then starting a new short story or blog entry, or new project., and recently I’ve started telling myself that I’ll do more blogging and throw my fiction on a page on the blog, and then I just didn’t do it.
I‘d spend months thinking about how I’d like my website to look, halfheartedly build it, get frustrated at my vision, and then start anew. Which, of course, is ridiculous: it’s incredibly simple to host a webpage and it being out there really is the only thing that counts. If you write something interesting, the page loads, and your text is legible, it’s perfectly alright to have a bare-bones website that’s not going to win any design awards.
But now I’m here, with a cute little website and no more excuses. I’ll try to write one post a week—to get back into the writing habit again—and I’ll see where it goes.