I'm about to do something I've never done before. Keep a journal. An online one, no less. I've tried, time after time, to maintain a consistent log of... whatever--thoughts, events, the day-to-day, big ideas, etc. And I can honestly say I've gone no more than a few months, dropped it, picked it up for a week, let it slide into a corner and forgot I even had one until a year later (Yes, it's still lying in the closet with dust and shadows heaped on it.)
This outlet is a way to share my oh so secret (yet unexciting) life with others who might wonder what exactly it is I do. Well, I write. And I read. And other things which this blog is not concerned with. While this is a journal I don't intend to write about my day to day. Who gives a shit about that? No, this is more a jot-down-pool of my escapades in writing, and world creation as most of my stories take place in non-existent locales. Think Middle Earth, but not. No Orcs, or Wizards, or Hobbits, or a damned whispering ring. I love Lord of the Rings; one of the most lasting and exotic works of the twentieth century. But I, unlike many others, shy from plucking Tolkien's masterwork. It's been done far too many times. I don't rehash. And while some of my stories are indeed of the fantastic, not all are fantasy. I've many more projects, rooted more to reality, in store and I'll outline them in future blogs.
The challenge of this blogging thing is keeping with it. I'm not entirely sure what exactly I'll write about, if I'll stay with it, or even if it is in my interest, at all, to reveal my work. Yet here it is--a place, a page, a possibility, and I have no idea if it will do me any good or not.
Here's to the unknown.
Good writers borrow. Great writers steal. -T.S. Eliot
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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