Actually , I don’t remember being born . It must have happened during one of my blackouts .——Jim Morrison
I started writing this blog after contemplating doing so for some time . I asked a few questions of my friend Joe , who writes an interesting blog he calls The Coming of the Toads .
You know , you just have to jump in and start . Who knows how it will go ? Maybe it won’t . If it doesn’t go , then no harm done . On to the next idea .
There’s a challenge to writing a blog . Your writing goes out , steps out into the unfamiliar internet street , exposes itself to anyone who wants to gape . At first , no one cares in the slightest , no one checks you out , except maybe a curious sibling and perhaps a writer friend curious to see how you can scribble .
Many of my early posts were introspective , I guess , fermenting autobiographical tales , idiosyncratic experiences . It was excellent practice for me , writing for an audience , with or without an actual audience . There was a potential audience , at least . There were a multitude of windows out there on that nebulous street , millions of them , no doubt . Any of them , or all of them , might hide eyes , readers . Or none , of course , except the sibling and the old friend .
Ada would tell friends , ” Dan’s got a blog ” or maybe she said , ….” writes a blog . ” People would politely smile . They’d look at me like they were supposed to observe a moment of silence . Most of them were probably wondering just what is a blog . The forced smile would last a few seconds , a moment of courteous silence . Then , maybe , an ” oh ” or some other vacuous involuntary comment . No one ever asked how to access the blog , I think .
I wrote a few posts about my nun nemesis , Sister Agnes . I used to call her Sister Agony . My two regular readers pointed out to me that some of my posts about her were mean . Thanks for being honest and straightforward . They were . I tried to tone it down , but I wanted to continue to spit out the poison . Post after agonizing Agnes post .
And then , eventually , I was done . I had evicted Agnes from my brain . I had unwittingly but definitely saved money on therapists . I worked through the crusty Sister Agnes memories , all coated in an unrelenting , obstinately viscid coat of malice . I wrote about her until I didn’t need to do so any more . I had , surprisingly enough , exorcised those particular demons . I was surprised , as it happened , how that small fleck of magic had happened , had crept up on me .
After that little blog marvel I continued to write . I was fascinated by the knowledge that people all over the world visited my blog . First , someone from Saudi Arabia checked in . Maybe that person read the post ; but , probably not . But , you know , Saudi Arabia ! And then Poland , Argentina , Australia . And then Peru , Mali , United Kingdom , Korea , India . It’s fascinating , isn’t it ? And then Nigeria , Germany , Sweden , Russia , Finland . And then France , Belgium , Columbia , Canada . And Indonesia , New Zealand , Ireland , Serbia , Bangladesh , and others . Ada asks now , ” How many readers ? How many countries today ? ” To use the term ” readers” may be a bit of a stretch in most cases , but still it’s a kick . I suppose the world renown , if only that I am a legend in my own mind , helps to keep me going , to continue writing and posting , posting odd bits of fluff and stuff .
I have a few followers now . Who would follow this chaotic trail of posts , these zigs and these zags , I don’t really know . A few anonymous friends are out there, I know , following my blog for silent support . Thanks , guys ! But , the others ? I assume that they pick and choose and find posts here and there to enjoy . At any rate , wonders never cease !
Thanks to all you readers . You encourage me to keep posting .