My journal and mirror
|I haven't kept a diary before or not one which lasted more than a fortnight. I suppose the problem is that I didn't have anything I want to write. A diary has an audience of one and as hard as it is to write an autobiography, I had even less interest in reading it back.
I keep reading that a blog should be about something, that I should become in expert in something. I'm not an expert, but I know some things about some things. This will be a blog about writing, crafts, sometimes food and probably games.
I don't talk politics in my life, so I won't do it here. That subject a sure way to start arguments I'm not interested in participating in. That said, I will talk about my beliefs to the extent that they seem unlikely to start off a debate on social reforms.
I will probably not write about my family much. I don't feel it is fair or right for me to decide what I reveal about other people, least of all people I care to protect.
I will probably not talk about my feelings very much, not as a subject on their own, or my day to day life. I am an introvert, but it's more that I have an aversion to personal conversations with strangers. Maybe it's because I don't take teasing well or because I felt social judgement too easily as a teenager, but I believe there are bands intimacy and I protect those borders until I know who I'm talking to. I also don't believe in holding on to negative feelings, so I won't be giving those a voice here.
I should probably say at this point that I'm uncertain where this experiment will go. I feel uncomfortable about revealing this much about myself. The kind of uncomfortable when you realise a guy might be about to hit on you after knowing you for twenty minutes. The kind of uncomfortable when your father asks what you've been doing lately and nothing you're proud of aligns with what he would approve of.
I am a fantasy and science fiction writer. I am in a romantic relationship with a girl first met when I was seven. I play video games and I didn't catch career ambitions until last spring. For a long time I have had to live with the 'grown-ups' in my life not taking me seriously until the past two years or so when I've suddenly arrived in a place where I can take myself seriously despite outsiders. I'm not drifting waiting to become an adult any more.
I keep reading that a blog should be about something. This blog is about me. It's my sound box and mirror; a platform to help me achieve the things I want to achieve going forward and share the things I am proud of.
It has taken me well over two minutes to decide whether to click "save entry" or not. Wish me luck?