One of those "other" interests is writing. I used to have some talent for writing, but a skill unused is a skill wasted. Perhaps that is the story of my life, but I do not think this blog will be the story of my life.
I want to write, but I think I have been scared to do so. Now why is that? I could speculate and perhaps even come to a fairly accurate conclusion, but maybe I should save that for another time and concentrate on writing.
So what am I to write about? A lesson is disguise sounds a bit cryptic, or at least ambiguous, so there is plenty of flexibility. I think about certain "things" a lot, but which of those would be worthwhile to write about? I admit that there is a strong desire to psychoanalyze myself, but starting out with that goal in mind seems - not quite right. If it happens as I go along, so be it. This will not be a daily journal though. If I take that route, I will use pen and paper - maybe.
Perhaps the blog could be the launch pad for the creative writing I so badly want to undertake, but cannot bring myself to initiate. For the record, I mainly read fiction, and fiction is where my head seems to be. I have several ideas floating around in my head for stories/novels. Yet I can never reduce them to words.
I also want to publish a magazine - even if it is just one issue. I am not sure if the magazine idea is one more of my crazy "ideas" or if it is somehow a desire to provide an outlet for writing. Maybe both; does it have to be one or the other? I suppose not.
Okay. I am beating around the bush, writing about nothing. Although, I feel that at least I am exploring a few ideas and getting a taste for how this blogging business works. Decision: I will do this for myself, and for no one else. That being said, I have always been self conscious, and I care probably overly much what people think of me. That is why this blog is, I hope, somewhat anonymous. Anonymity is empowering.
Well, enough "discussion" for tonight. Let me sleep on it.
Out.
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