On this day last year, I decided to enter the world of blogging. To practice writing in all the forms I love; poetry; reports; essays; memoirs…etc. and share it online to the masses.
It’s the first year, so it’s nothing special to me yet. Perhaps that’s not good advice to new parents but it is what it is. I have a blog, whoop-dee-do. You have a toddler, it’s uglier than you.
But I am thankful and grateful for the reception of everyone who has encouraged me and enjoyed my posts.
As a writer, better yet as a realist, I don’t give a shit if you like what I write. I don’t give a shit if you don’t. I do not care whatsoever if something I wrote made you laugh, cry, sad or get angry. I don’t care if you found it informative. I don’t care if somehow through reading a piece you had an epiphany of sorts.
I could not care less about the type of reaction that you, my dear reader, have had.
Reaction. Of all types, sorts, manners…that’s what I care about. Just a reaction, not how and what it is.
You can’t proudly call yourself something, claim to be something, and then do the opposite of the character you claim to have. You can’t be something without doing all what your something entails. I am a writer, I write. Not for approval or disapproval but to be heard and reacted to. Nothing more, nothing less.
This world. This digital wonderland of likes, hashtags, follows and blocks. A world that I’m still so confused about, has been fun at times and frustrating at other times. But I will continue and I will learn more.
And I will conquer it.
We are a species dependent on communicating. I wouldn’t be here if we weren’t. You wouldn’t be here if we weren’t. So let us communicate. So let us be.
To all of you who have reacted, to all of you who have supported and encouraged me, to all of you who follow this blog and read it when you can: