First Impressions

I've started so many blogs in the past. I think this one is my fourth. Or possibly fifth.

They're so much fun in the beginning. I would spend hours formulating the first few posts of my other blogs, careful as I bared my soul for the world to see (though of course it's really not that dramatic; a mere writer's vanity.)

I wrote and deleted endlessly, trying to present my best face to the vast depths of the internets. One or two of my blogs even caught an occasional comment, someone who viewed the blog by chance or through a friend's link. As much as those comments excited me, as much as I was thrilled (wow, someone is actually reading something that I wrote! Me!) the novelty quickly wore off and boredom set in.

Blogs, it seemed, always needed a theme. They required shiny photos, dashes of humor, a deep metaphor every now and then, insightful musings on day to day things that occurred to the author. Most importantly, blogs needed consistence. Without frequent updates, even the most polished blog will wither and die.

I was so focused on every post being as perfect as could possibly be, I became bogged down, churning out posts with increasing lethargy until the blog stuttered to a halt entirely. At times the blog would be forgotten until I would decide, once more, to start a blog, only to be confronted by a blog three or four years old, containing one or two posts or sometimes just the title page with no posts at all.

My goal for this blog then, is this: to post at least once a week (though I will fail gorgeously, of that I'm sure) and when I post, to write what comes to mind without excessive editing.

The truth is, that was probably the point of keeping a blog in the first place.