This is a copy of an old post :
Start writing a blog .
I started this blog a couple of months ago . Maybe a little longer ago than that , but not much .
I don’t have a focus yet . Probably never will . I write stories from randomly returning memories as they pop up somewhere in the recesses of my brain . Some people write political blogs . Some post only photographs . Some focus on travel , or family events , or religion , or sports . Or literature . My friend Joe writes a literary blog . He makes reference to literature and music and he posts another one every so often . I try to do one every day . So far .
It’s good practice posting a blog . Practice writing . Practice writing for the world , world access , even when there might only be one reader . I have one faithful reader , at least . Six people have signed up for an e-mail notice when my blog pops out another post . I suppose they read a post of mine now and again .
One of the six , however , died a few weeks ago . I think that he was one of the six . He had a chance to read a few posts before he passed . No , I’m sure there is no cause and effect here because he had been having health problems for years . Nothing to do with my blog . Wherever he is now , I can hear him making a joke about it , though : ” If only I hadn’t started reading your blog ! ” and then making that one noise that he made instead of laughing . It was kind of a single burst of air exhaled all in one full baritone ” huh “. That was it . And then his eyes laughed and you always knew he was having a laugh in his own particular way .
I grow a deadly hot pepper from Guatemala . I have only two plants now , but in the past I had several . My former home , Holly wood , has a better climate than Arcadia for them . These peppers are too hot even for my Mexican friends . I found one Central American guy at Virgil Middle School , though , who would use my peppers in his cooking . I was his regular supplier . I had plenty to give him since no one else was interested in taking any . A few months after I discovered that this guy liked the peppers he died . Again , no cause and effect , I’m sure .
So , I’m working out a conceptual connection between reading my blog and eating the Guatemalan peppers , but it’s only in the infant stage . That rare reader / eater is somehow the key ingredient to the conceptual soup . Needed , as well , is the spice of the story / pepper ; but the writer / gardener is a fairly insignificant ingredient , I think . Necessary , of course , but not essential .
So , I shirk my responsibility in the whole matter . I just grow it / write it , and send it off into the world .
Write a blog . Or don’t write a blog . Read a blog or don’t read a blog . Eat the pepper or don’t eat a pepper . I think I will continue writing them and growing them for awhile . It’s fun and it makes it all more fun to find someone who appreciates the product .