But I’m not a boy. Just making sure everyone knew I wasn’t a figment of their imagination with people thinking to themselves, “Remember that one blog on writing? You know, the one that only had two or three posts ever. Ink-something-or-other.”
I don’t have anything I’m going to claim as a resolution, I’m just not that crazy anymore. I have lots of things I could easily put out there into the ether as a resolution but I steadfastly refuse.
I do, on the other hand, have a few things I would like to say I will try to do better. Like blogging, for ince.
Sure, blogging could be considered a fairly self-important endeavor and it could be said that you’d have to have some amount of narcissism to partake but I would disagree. Who cares what I have to say, after all? Well, let’s not go from self-important to self-deprecating. I don’t particularly want to blog because I think someone wants to hear what I have to say but because I simply like it. It’s kind of a like a diary I get to look back over and see how utterly ridiculous I was back when. Or those moments when I was brilliant. But mostly just seeing the moments in time and what I was doing or thinking. So it’s really more for me. Maybe that does fall into the “self-important” category, after all.
So I’m choosing to do try to do better. Did you like how non-committal that was?
On another note, I’ve been catching up on all the blogs I’ve lost track of over the last few months. That was a lot of reading and a lot of time that should have been put to my MS. I wouldn’t call it totally wasted, though because I learned more useful things to put toward my writing.
Happy New Year, everyone. I hope it brings lots of motivation to write, write, write for all of us.