It’s been two years yesterday. Where did the time go? And what am I doing here anyway?
When I discovered the internet in the Nineties, I was delighted by the possibilities for communication across borders and barriers. I started out discussing on mailing lists. I loved them, but they became obsolete. Then came forums. I loved them even more, but by now they are pretty much unknown. I then moved to livejournal which I didn’t love all that much. It was a strictly fandom place, and at times I felt like being back at highschool with all the goings-on there. Eventually I gave it up. I never got warm with facebook, liked g+, but most people I knew weren’t there. I only now tentatively tip my toes into the stormy twitter ocean. Instagram and whatnot I don’t even bother with. I have nothing to say. I’m neither an artist nor a great photographer. I’m an introvert and I’m also a coward because I don’t really want to expose myself to all the hatred and idiocy that goes around in comments these days. And I never wanted to write a journal. So why am I here?
I’ve seen people blog. About their art, about their crafts, about their food, about their ideas. I liked it and wanted to try it, especially for the online learning that had caught my fancy around that time. I dutifully followed blogging101, but towards the end, we lost our dog, and that put a damper on any enthusiasm for communication I had at that time.
Then I got a new dog and blogged about her. I wrote a bit. I took some pictures. It all was more or less blah. I don’t consider myself expert enough on anything to confidently write about it. Interested: yes. Expert: no. Add to that the fact that I don’t really have time to write
good blog posts, research topics, find good pictures… I started a schedule for myself but couldn’t keep it up. I merely plodded along.
Enter the Friday Fictioneers. A weekly picture prompt for flash fiction. There are many challenges around, but this one appealed to me instantly. I entered and was welcomed by many with friendly words and hearts. I couldn’t be happier with that choice. People have been understanding and encouraging. I see that all writers, published or not, ambitous or not, more or less struggle with the same issues. And this helps. Writing a 100 word flash fiction post every week is something I can manage most weeks. I stuck with it and that’s where I’m now. I can still communicate with people, but it doesn’t burn me out.
Amazingly, there are still a few people from the first blogging days around. Thank you, old friends. And a good number of new friends have come. Thank you, new friends. Onwards to year 3. 🙂