Because there is nothing to loose, but self respect

I’ve been toying with the idea of blogging again for a while. After over a decade of not writing with any real consistency, I’ve picked it up again. And suddenly there aren’t enough avenues to get the thoughts out of my head. But I held myself back. Why? Because no one would want to read the abstract prattle in my head. Because I am not an expert on anything useful. Because I don’t have enough content on any one subject to be meaty enough for an entire blog. Because I’m just not good enough.

(side not … why does spell check still not accept blog as a read word?)

If writing again has taught me anything it’s that 1) I do not think like normal people and 2) I am not as good at not thinking like normal people as some other people.

Let’s face it, I will work hard and take criticism. I’ll accept defeat graciously when I come in second place. But at the end of the day, I don’t do anything that I don’t know in my heart of hearts I will succeed at … eventually. There is no such clarity in being a successful writer.

So why am I still trying?

The easy answer is – I don’t know.

So for now, until I know why I should or shouldn’t blog … I’ll just do it. It won’t be consistent. It won’t have focus. It won’t have a similar voice from entry to entry. It will have grammatical errors. It will tell you about things you don’t care about. And there is a higher than not chance, that no one will read it. But I’ll do it anyway. Because I like it, and accept I might be a masochist. Because it makes me feel better. And because, if the chance exists that there is someone out there just as randomly frustrated by the novelties that drive my daily thinking, maybe, just maybe, they’ll like it.

Hang in there while I remember how to do this and update things, it might take a while. But I’ll get there (hint – there are a lot more of us than the ‘twos’ of original posts) and in the meantime, oh well.