Yep, this is my 300th post. It’s probably more like 350, except that I used to delete the fluffy ones, back when I still cared about posterity. As Fal pointed out on her bicentennial post, it’s just a nice, round number. No biggie.
It does make one stop and think, however. When I started this blog, what did I set out to accomplish? Have I accomplished it? As needs necessarily change over time, so must one’s goals. Does updating this blog coincide with my goals at the moment?
I’ve been quite lackadaisical about posting, and the internet in general. I’ve trimmed the blogs I read daily by about half, and I haven’t been commenting much on the blogs I still read. I don’t care much about my daily hit count. I don’t keep the chat client up 24/7 like I used to. MySpace status hasn’t been updated in months. It’s a depletion I’m feeling, like I’ve used up my allotted digital time in the space of just a few years, and it’s time to go analog again.
Now that I think of it, I guess I’m just changing the things I do online. I’ve been doing Tarot readings for friends online (if anybody wants a free reading, holler), and learning about chakras. I do chat some, whenever I actually have something to say. I read more news online than I used to. I guess my browsing habits have matured. I’m using the internet as a tool, instead of being enslaved by it. It’s nice.
IRL, I’ve gotten quite a bit accomplished this week. I decided to take a break from the novel in progress and revisit an old story that I’d given up on. Reading it now, I can see I just needed to grow as a writer, and it has massive potential. This is a story that energized me from the beginning, so I’m happy to breathe life into it once again.
And yesterday I took apart the main bathroom’s toilet and replaced all the seals and bolts. People, there is just no pleasant way to do that. And seeing as how it was stamped 1964, and may not have been serviced since installation, there was a lot of stink waiting to be unearthed. But despite the initial horror, I feel grand now that it’s clean, above and below and inside and out, and leak-free.
Tomorrow I’ll be going to my aunt’s for Independence Day, and plan to have massive amounts of fun. I wish you all a good holiday, as well.
Filed under: Life | Tagged: blogging, Internet, short story, toilet, Writing
I don’t think I had any goals when I started blogging. Darc encouraged me to give it a try so I did. I didn’t have a plan, or anything I wanted to accomplish. It’s just evolved in it’s own sort of way I suppose. It’s just me shootin’ the breeze with anyone who cares to listen.
You’ve been going through something too dolly, and I’m not sure what it is. I sense it though. It’s something internal to you, and it seems to be big.
Way to go on the potty though! *pats you on the back for a job well done!* I should bake you a cake for being brave enough to tackle such a job! Yu-uck!
And congrats on finding new life in an old story. I suspect writers go through that. It can be like reconnecting with an old friend I imagine.
Love you Berry! I hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow! I’ll be thinking of you. *hugs*
Thanks, fal. Hope you get to watch some fireworks, too. ahem, Knyt.
I’m not sure what I’m going through, either, but you’re right. It’s big. When I find out I’ll trumpet it to the world.
Thanks for your support, hon.
Happy 300. I did start blogging with a plan, and I’m still on the plan, and all has worked out better than i imagined–because I didn’t really know what to imagine. But you’ve got to use the internet and any other tool you’ve got in the way that suits you. Congrats on not being a slave to this beast call cyberspace. It’s overwhelming out here sometimes.
Just keep writing whatever story it is.