The truth is that I have not felt compelled to jot down a single, solitary thought since last I unleashed myself into the blogosphere going on six weeks ago now, and even that post, and the few that preceded it, came more from my own guilty conscience than anywhere else.
It has even been on my radar to shut this shizzle down, almost convinced that my travels down this creative writing road have come to an end. I have been at it for nearly four years, during which time I have thoroughly enjoyed the back-and-forth banter that my posts have generated.
But at times it has felt forced. Like an obligation more than an interest.
And that’s not a good place to write from, especially for an invested writer whose sole purpose, aside from entertaining the readership, is to use the written word to translate human emotion into a confluence of A’s and B’s and C’s that somehow touches those of you who do me the honour of patronizing my page (in the ‘support’ sense, not the denigrate/condescend one).
A post without heart is barely more than a bunch of words packed together pell-mell. Might as well go read the dictionary; at least there the words are in alphabetical order.
From my vantage point, it is pointless to ponder the platitudes of life without backing it up with emotion. Whether my experiences have caused me to smile or shed a tear, moved me or left me indifferent, I want the readership to feel what I felt in every moment that gets shared here.
Because I have not been in that headspace for quite awhile now, I have let the page dangle precariously close to a premature demise.
Until now.
Time away from C-o-a-B has reminded me why I started this page in the first place. Above all else, it was designed as one giant exercise in creative writing. A means to an end, in a sense.
At the time, I wasn’t getting much out of the gig that actually pays the bills, so I thought I would branch out and prove to myself that I could write meaningfully about just about anything.
Fast-forward a few years, and here I am again, contemplating my place in the professional universe, wondering where I am going and how I am going to spend the next two-plus decades getting there. Oddly enough, that uncertainty, that lack of career purpose, has drawn me back to Confessions of a Blogophobe, a place where, if nothing else, I can keep proving myself to the one guy whose expectations I always strive to exceed – me.
So consider this my pledge to keep practicing the art of the written word, here on my own little piece of online real estate. But I do so with the same disclaimer I attached to my very first writings on C-o-a-B on January 29, 2008: “I make no promises to write every day, but I will endeavour to regularly dot this page with my commentary on issues that matter… maybe not to you, the reader, but at the very least the issues will, and should, matter to me.”
So keep seeking me out, friends of the blog, for the dormant giant that is Confessions of a Blogophobe is coming back to life.
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Editor’s Note: Bloggers live for the click of the comment link at the tail-end of every post. Our hearts pitter-patter every time our numbers go up. So leave a word from time to time, even if it is just to let me know you are reading.
I am needy that way.
Glad you are back!
ReplyDeleteYay! Long time-no post! Welcome back! The Kirby Krew are faithful followers waiting on pins and needles for your next post.... :)
ReplyDeletedude, my life is incomplete without your words. truth. but do not for one second feel guilty. it's summertime for goodness sake. i havent blogged in so long and tonight i may spend some time in front of my desk(lap)and put my feet up on the footrest(coffee table). i have not written, due to the lack of anything to write about. quite the opposite. having such a good time, it's hard to know where/when to start.
ReplyDeleteCoaBer forever.
To cite an old actress whose name I can't remember (Sally Field) you love me, you really love me. HWS, KK, HD, thanks all for the kind words.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Any and all typos/misplaced words are the sole fault of iPhone autocorrect and my fat thumbs. Texting #stillgettingthehangofit
I am reading mon ami!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Good to see you are back at it ... took me awhile to get here but good to see you here. I find another great way to practice the art of the written word (if you don't feel like sharing with the world) is to write notes to your kids - love letters I call them. One day someone will enjoy them :) It's also where I capture all of the funny quotes I hear everyday.
ReplyDeleteYour absence in the blogosphere these past few weeks only softened my desire to wax poetic in our own corner of the world wide web. So, yes, I'm blaming you.
ReplyDeleteThat's what people do nowadays...make excuses and give explanations.
- Been a rough summer.
- I'm concussed.
- Nothing to write about.
- Chubbs isn't writing.
- JJ is in literary purgatory.
- Excuse.
- Followed by excuse...
And then I was chosen to lead the young men of the Rush City football squad as their Head Coach. And the black & white/plain & simple tshirt I choose for the year 2011....
Rush City Football - NO EXCUSES. NO EXPLANATIONS.
I apologize for my therapy session in your comment section but I also thank you for giving me a literary "kick in the pants." I'm not too busy. I need to write for ME. I need to write for my kids. I need to write for my family. Thanks Chubbs.... I'll have my next paper to hand in soon.
Good to see you back in fine form.
Kirby