Today, I’ll congratulate myself for keeping this blog going for three years this month. With this post, I’ve published 487 glimpses into my mind. That’s a frightening thought appropriate for the day before Halloween.
Lately, I tallied how many of the personal blogs I’ve followed over these years have either disappeared or have long periods of inactivity. Most of those blogs belonged to writers, and I have to ask myself if the reason my fellow writers have become ex or occasional bloggers is because they’re more serious writers than I am.
Actually, since I’ve been thinking a lot about what kind of writer I am, I’m pretty sure I’ve answered my own question. I think I’m serious about writing—and writing well—but less serious about publication. In fact, I might just bare all soon and write a post about the real reason I self-published my novel.
It’s a bit awkward to discover yourself in a public way. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve regretted writing some posts and pages and have removed several of them. I think it’s hard for perfectionists to be bloggers. 🙂
Nevertheless, I’m still having fun here, so I’m launching year four. I hope you’ll voyage with me.