I am approaching the fifth anniversary of my first blog. While so many more bloggers have entered the scene — and so many more social sites too — I’m considering leaving. I haven’t blogged in almost two months, and I’ve hardly thought about it either. I may have said what I have to say in this format.
What do I recall of the past five years? Well, blogging kept me honest in my effort to write something regularly, almost daily much of the time. I had resigned from all my freelance clients, feeling the world would not be better off if I continued to write press releases and marketing brochures. Still, I wanted to keep my skills current. And I wanted to express myself.
So I determined to write ten minutes a day and put it out there. Not so I’d become famous, but so I’d have a collection of writings somewhere down the road. If I didn’t challenge myself with this, I knew I wouldn’t write much at all.
Instead, I’ve written over 100,000 words, ten minutes at a time. That’s the length of a well-developed novel. At the same time, I haven’t worked on the essay format or the personal memoir format or the short story format that interests me. I don’t know that I would have pursued those endeavors, were I not blogging; but since I’ve been married to my blog when writing time came along each day those formats waited in the wings.
I’m not sure what my plans are, going forward. I think I’ll just freestyle it. If I want to blog I will; and, after this almost two month break, I do find myself saying secretly “This would be a great blog subject.”
I also find myself longing to tackle the essay and personal memoir and short story formats.
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