For me, being a blogger is a little like being a jogger (without the desired calorie burn). Hitting the “Post” button at the end of a satisfying screed is probably as close as I’ll ever get to feeling a runner’s high. Blogging can be a release, a purge, or a cry into the abyss. It can be a way to carefully work out thoughts and feelings or a mindless spasm of words. On the other hand, however, blogging is less sweaty work and rarely leads to shin splints.
But, as with jogging, blogging uses muscles that you probably don’t use in any other activity. And after you’ve stopped blogging, those muscles get stiff and cranky. That’s where I’m at right now.
When I got interested in gardening, I started a blog, primarily as a way to record what I was doing in my garden and what I was learning. Lots of good things came from that blog, including professional writing opportunities and some great friendships. I blogged for seven years, but the last couple of years were a bit of a slog, not something I really enjoyed as I had at the beginning. I finally stopped posting on that blog a couple years ago and I must admit, it felt good to pull the plug.
But here I am again, starting a new blog. The focus here will be broad, although I expect there will be much about writing, reading, publishing, and there may even be a political rant now and then (although these days I try to keep my political ranting limited to Twitter). I’m working on a couple of writing projects that I’m excited about and I look forward to blogging about them.
I hope any reader who comes across this blog will bear with me as I try to find my blogging legs again. Consider this first post a warm-up. We’ll see where it goes from here.