Inbetween writing swathes of programming, I have been wondering about the place my efforts should be concentrated online. Over the last few years I have ended up with a pretty common collection of website memberships - Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, WordPress - that I dip into more or less frequently throughout each day.
I have been wondering just how stupid I am. Of course there are many different ways somebody can be stupid, but I think I have a fair chance of nailing quite a few of them.
Shall we elaborate?
Do I really have anything to share worth reading? Seriously. What on earth do I have to share with the wider world? What might other people want to read? What separates me from you?
Is my writing good enough? Can I really string words together impressively enough to make reading them a pleasure, rather than a chore? Does my lack of literary training leave you, my pathetically small audience, gnashing your teeth as you wander off in search of better punctuation?
How much does this all cost? Nothing, except my time. Even if I were to register a domain name to sit this Tumblog on, it would cost less per month than one lunch from the sandwich guy that turns up at work. You might not think this much, but when multiplied throughout the year it becomes the price of a couple of Moleskine notebooks, which most people don’t buy because they consider them too expensive.
I’m being flippant. We have reached the point in a so-so blog post where I flip-flop into a consideration of the statements I have made, and navel gaze insufferably about them.
I promise to keep things short.
I have lots to share that I know others are interested inmy only concern is a classic one; the most popular subjects are the most difficult to write about. The children, adoption, work, our (mine and W’s) relationship, our real life struggles, and my real thoughts about life, the universe and everything.
Why the emphasis on the word “real”? Perhaps because I very rarely stand my own ideas and opinions up to be knocked down by the passing crowd. Perhaps it’s time I did so. The one subject I have systematically avoided within the annuls of Tumblr, WordPress, Facebook or Twitter has been my religious faithor lack of it. Considering the propensity of others to preach their faith or belief from the rooftops, perhaps it’s time I did something about that.
I find difficulty expressing negativity. I’m not talking about the little thingscomplaining about the rain, or my laptop, or what the cat just did. I’m talking about the big stuff; the objectional views and behaviour of otherssome of whom I know and like.
The writing quality issue is one to ask somebody more knowledgeable than myself. I will admit to never writing drafts, editing, or spell checking. The words you read are as they left my fingers. I’m never going to write “On The Road”, but at least you know there is an honesty in my misuse of grammar and punctuation.
The quality of content tends to increase when I am well, not stressed, and not tired. It’s not rocket science.
Perhaps I should close this post with the admission that this blog runs at a loss (in terms of time at least), and probably always will. I am lucky enough to claim at least a little competence at a few things in my quiet existence on this ball of mudand writing is not one that I might be remembered for commercially.
I can live with that.