hello, it's me
Does anyone even blog these days? Read blogs? I mean, it was a thing. A real thing and everybody had a blog. I had a blog. I guess I still have a blog. This thing is a blog. While we're on the subject, blog is such a weird word. What does it even mean? Who came up with it?
I get derailed sometimes. Sorry. Or not sorry. I've been thinking about blogs and decided they died with the popularity of Fbook. Remember when you had to have a college address to get a fb account? Now our parents are on fb. My childhood babysitter is on fb. And when I get fed up with fb as a platform and the way it can feel like "everybody look at me", I check myself and post pictures of the kids because the grandparents live in different states. I know those pictures are part of the reason they joined fb in the first place. As much as I would describe my relationship with fb as love/hate, the truth is it's not a platform for writing. As wonderful (or horrible) as it is, it's just not what it's designed for.
So, what's a former English major to do? Write letters? Check. Sometimes. Journal? Never happens. Make up poems on walks and completely forget them by the time I can write them down? Check. So this blog keeps coming to mind. It still exists. I did have to check. I haven't written in over 4 years! 4. Pretty sure the last two or three posts start with some lame I haven't blogged in forever and are you even still there....
Here's to something new. Something I hope to do this week, this month, this year. Write. Publish. Make lots of spelling and grammatical errors and feel like an idiot when I discover them. Be content with having approximately 3.5 readers. Record memories for myself and maybe for my children. I have things to say and I'm going to say them. I don't think for one minute that they will be profound or wise or even entertaining. And you don't have to listen/read if you don't want to.
But I secretly hope that 3.5 of you will.
Best,
Steph
I get derailed sometimes. Sorry. Or not sorry. I've been thinking about blogs and decided they died with the popularity of Fbook. Remember when you had to have a college address to get a fb account? Now our parents are on fb. My childhood babysitter is on fb. And when I get fed up with fb as a platform and the way it can feel like "everybody look at me", I check myself and post pictures of the kids because the grandparents live in different states. I know those pictures are part of the reason they joined fb in the first place. As much as I would describe my relationship with fb as love/hate, the truth is it's not a platform for writing. As wonderful (or horrible) as it is, it's just not what it's designed for.
So, what's a former English major to do? Write letters? Check. Sometimes. Journal? Never happens. Make up poems on walks and completely forget them by the time I can write them down? Check. So this blog keeps coming to mind. It still exists. I did have to check. I haven't written in over 4 years! 4. Pretty sure the last two or three posts start with some lame I haven't blogged in forever and are you even still there....
Here's to something new. Something I hope to do this week, this month, this year. Write. Publish. Make lots of spelling and grammatical errors and feel like an idiot when I discover them. Be content with having approximately 3.5 readers. Record memories for myself and maybe for my children. I have things to say and I'm going to say them. I don't think for one minute that they will be profound or wise or even entertaining. And you don't have to listen/read if you don't want to.
But I secretly hope that 3.5 of you will.
Best,
Steph
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