Anyway, on the rare time I checked my email, I found one brave (/sarcasm, in case anyone was curious) soul had commented on a blog post of mine from two years ago. The post was two years ago. The comment was recent. They had something constructive to say, that really made me think. Just kidding. They were trolls without a point or purpose. The comment itself read:
The next time I read a blog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as much as this one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I actually thought you have something interesting to say.
I figured that, now that I'm done snickering, I should welcome new readers of this blog, and sort of outline what it's all about. You know, so they don't get disappointed.
This is my public journal. I use these blog posts to keep anyone who wants to bother finding out up to date on what I'm doing and thinking. As a writer, most of it is about my writing - what I'm up to, how well I'm doing, or not What project I'm working on, and whether or not I've hit any roadblocks or breakthroughs. Sometimes, I talk about other things, like martial arts, or body issues. Sometimes I talk about the big issues, like what it's like to be demi-sexual in a world obsessed with sex. Sometimes, I talk about things that have outraged me.
Like my post last week, which honestly didn't have all that much to say except that BIPOC lives matter.
I sometimes report on new experiences, like the first time I went to a Pow-Wow (which was fucking fantastic, by the way).
The point is, this blog is pretty much anything I want to write about on any given day. It's a snap shot of me.
The beauty of blog posts is that it isn't in folk's faces. I'm not emailing them with reams of unwanted news that they have to slog through and feel compelled to respond to. They can choose or not to read, which the very brave anonymous commenter noted themselves. They can choose to comment or not on the information I present. It boggles the mind and makes me laugh that folks would choose to read something and then complain that they read it in a comment.
*pauses to snicker more*
But honestly, that's what this blog is all about. Some of the things are terribly boring because, let's be real, my life isn't terribly exciting. And actually, if you're really interested in my having something interesting to say, I would suggest you pick up one or more of my books. I have a tonne to say there. And they're usually big issues.
I suggest you start with Skylark, published by Renaissance Press. You can find buy links here. There, I talk about how following orders isn't always the right course. Sometimes, you've got to go rogue to do what's right. Relates pretty hard to our current situation, actually.
As some friendly advice, if you're not interested in my life, maybe skip this blog and keep to the books. And if you feel the urge to tell me how uninteresting you find me, by all means, I guess. I mean, I don't particularly care, but if you need to try and tear someone down to make yourself feel superior, sure. Go ahead. Better me than someone who might care what you think and take it personally.
For now, though, I have to go practice my guitar.