Anyway, this on-again-off-again diary process culminated in just enough entries for me to re-experience the full cringe-worthiness of my early adolescent mind with just a flick of a page, but not so many as I could be dubbed reliable in that area.
Yet here I am. Prepared to create something that (at the very least) bares some resemblance to a diary. Minus the angst and the knowledge that my secrets will be safe. Obviously.
Like many first time bloggers, this is something I've been considering for a long, long time. And, also like many first time bloggers, it's something I've been putting off. Why? Perhaps because I've been too lazy. And perhaps I've been a tad timid. It's a little awkward, the idea of writing to the world.
Some would label it pretentious. Others would call it the ultimate expression of creativity. Most would probably dub it therapy. Personally, I'm fine for it to be all three.
What's wrong with expressing your creativity in a self-indulgent medium which enables you to iron out your inner demons?
I kid, I kid. I don't believe blogging is self-indulgent. Not unless the blogger is, anyway. But I do believe that it can expand creativity and give people space to think.
Chances are that no one will ever read this. But that is something I am willing to face. As a writer it is high time I started writing in a new forum on a regular basis. Expand my mind and whatnot.
Who knows? I might learn something.
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