I’ve been blogging, and writing in general, quite a bit over the past few days. It feels wonderful, as it’s something that has fallen by the wayside lately.
Receiving ‘likes’ and notifications of new followers really fuels my fire. It stirs up desire into a little vortex within me, and I want to write more and more. Receiving comments pushes me over the edge. On some level, it makes me codependent. These kinds of things validate me, and the subjects I choose. I do require that validation to make me feel like I have an audience, and having an audience prevents my interest from waning. (Exceptions do arise, but from outside influences, such as the kraken of mental welfare and life-stuff.)
One of my resolutions upon moving here was to give way to old, but tried and true, hobbies. Outside of the blogosphere, I’ve taken on a pretty major writing project which takes up a lot of my brain-space these days. More on that at a later time. But the intrinsic butterfly notion I feel when I put my fingers to the keyboard is something that goes previously unmatched. I can’t seem to eloquently be able to describe it, but it’s a big part of my identity, and I take great pride in that.
I’ve begun reading again, and there’s nothing quite like unboxing a freshly delivered package and smelling the pages of your new books. I’m currently reading Yes Please by Amy Poehler, and Supermarket by Bobby Hall (Logic) just arrived yesterday. That one I cannot wait to dive into, nose-first.
My promise to myself and to you as a reader is to keep going. Life will poke its head in at inconvenient times. I will stay up too late to crank out that last-minute post. Time will get away from me. But as long as I continue to bridge the gaps in between, and ensure my intermittent absences don’t turn into gaping chasms of time away, I hope to still hold your interest throughout. At the very least, I hope to consistently be happy with my output. I believe these are attainable goals.
Riding the high of a newfound lease on life and my passions, I’d like to insert a shameless, self-promotional plug before I come down. You’re reading Wordsmith, but I’d like to point you in the direction of my two other blogs:
- Foodsmith – This project, my food blog, materialized briefly in 2015 and quickly dissipated into the multiverse not long after its inception. I’m bringing it out of the dust and tweaking it a bit. It will henceforth include chronicles of my first-time experiences at various restaurants, coffee shops, and eateries of all types. (Similar to Yelp, but less succinct and more anecdotal in nature.) Recipes will still be thrown into the mix, albeit sparsely, as I don’t cook or bake often. Also, any future Trader Joe’s product reviews or recommendations will find their home there.
- Chanter en Yaourt – I only just created this blog days ago, specifically with the intention to log my French studies. So, those posts will nestle in rather nicely in their very own blog going forward.
Over time, Wordsmith became a sort of catch-all for subject matter that deviated slightly outside of my original idea for the blog. There are no rules to follow or guidelines to adhere to, sure, but in an effort to be more organized, I decided to divide and conquer, if you will. That said, Wordsmith will retain all things [English] language, poetry, prose, and ‘journal entry’ type posts.
I hope you’ll follow along and enjoy the ride with me. 🙂
I’ll see you here, I’ll see you there, I’ll see you everywhere.