When I started writing a blog, I thought that it would be a good idea to post on a regular basis. If they were any good, the people who followed them could look forward to a regular dosage of insight and humor. So I decided on every Wednesday. I felt that if I posted more often than weekly, people might get burned out, less often and they would lose interest. Of course that is if the blog was any good, and if anyone actually followed it. Those are two pretty big ifs. You might be surprised by how easy it is to delude yourself into believing that not only do you have something to say, but that others actually give a shit and want to read it.
You see it on Facebook all the time. The self-absorbed ramblings and humorous musings that are probably only funny and insightful to the person who wrote them, and sometimes not even then. Plus, it is so much easier to show your ass online than in real life. It’s a lot like pulling your pants down in public. Everybody on the bus with you (on your timeline) is going to have to look at it whether they want to or not. Some will look away. Some will make snide remarks in the comment section. But online, nobody can punch you in the face and throw you off of the bus.
A blog is a little different in that you don’t have the captive audience that you have on social media sites. I can’t really spam you with my blog. (I could blog about Spam – “it’s crazy tasty”) But, if you are reading this, it is because you actually chose to. And I thank you. As of this writing there are less than forty people who choose to read it. That’s OK. (I realize they are almost all friends and family, and that’s OK too.) If you like what you’ve read here, pass it on. If you don’t like it, I would prefer that you keep it to yourself.
Over the years, I have written a myriad of poetry and prose. I have written music and lyrics and stories for my children. However, as I have gotten older, I try to be honest with myself and know that everything that I have ever written is only really important to me. I can’t expect everyone to like it, or even to care. I don’t expect many people to get it, as I am a little askew. And I no longer expect it to change the world. I would like to think that one day, after I am dead and gone (or reincarnated, or in heaven, or a ghost) my children or their children might be interested in reading what I had to say, and that in itself makes it worth doing.
Next Wednesday, I think I am going to post a story that I wrote for my children when they were still pretty small. It’s about a wish for a boat. Maybe you’ll enjoy it, maybe you won’t. Maybe you will read it to your kids. Maybe mostly you’ll just read it… Mostly.