Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.
Like someone who’s clawed, bit, and fought her way through a dense jungle for several years, and has emerged on the other side, at last, here I am, in the magic valley, clearing, meadow, whatever that I was trying so hard to reach, and the adventure’s just about to begin!
Only, after all that drama, I feel like I’m just about ready to expire.
The year is 2009. Everyone and his dog has been keeping a blog for years by now. The phenomenon is so passé that it may actually be trendier to go around deleting all the blogs you’ve written. The anti-blog. The non-blog. The un-blog.
And then there’s me… “metamorphosing” at last, not a butterfly but a cicada, having spent the last 7 years of my life as a fat grub curled up in the damp earth under some ancient, rotting tree. I smell like leaf mould and look like tektite and my coming-out party is marked by the start of the rainy season.
We’ve heard that a million monkeys at a million keyboards could produce the complete works of Shakespeare; now, thanks to the Internet, we know that is not true.
Robert Wilensky, speech at a 1996 conference
Honestly, I don’t know why I’ve even bothered to launch this, except that I have just spent the past week learning the most rudimentary sort of web geekery, and now that I have actually managed to “insert my API Endpoint and change the nameservers on my DNS settings”…
..I feel like I’ve earned the right to start, yes!, “another blog by some would-be-writer and artist chick.”
A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
Thomas Mann (1875 – 1955)
If it’s good enough for Mann, hey, it’s good enough for me! One reason that it has taken me 10 years to write my first blog entry is that I hate writing. Writing is nothing but pain. But this blog is mainly about my bookbinding projects, tips and ideas on a whole bunch of art & craft techniques, what inspires me, what repels me, and anything else I’m into (philodendrons one month, photography the next, it changes all the time) that isn’t heavily word-based, so I think I can manage to keep up with the posts, daze you with pics, and keep the text to a minimum.
To be a well-flavored man is the gift of fortune, but to write or read comes by nature.