Happy 1st Blog Anniversary to me!!
It has been one year and a bit since my first attempt to write and call myself a blogger.
A Lone Voice and a long and slow build up of desire to write started me on this blogging journey. No matter the quality of it from your perspective, Earthianne is my ”labour of love”, my ”work of art”. All up, I managed to publish about 35 blog posts only, considerably less than what I intended to and 300+ short of what other bloggers produce. For a chronic procrastinator who writes as a hobby and for someone who claims to be an ”aspiring writer”, however, I think I didn’t do too bad!
In the main, this blog has become a source of fun and laughter for me. Picture me while I’m writing/rewriting chuckling and laughing all the way to my final drafts. I laugh at my own jokes, you see.
It’s hard work but it’s fun to blog. I’ve been inspired and encouraged by the talented, intelligent, eloquent, creative, deep, helpful, friendly and caring bloggers I’ve met in the last year. I’m tickled pink seeing friends and people I know, old and new, who I didn’t/don’t really expect to care enough to be or even have time to come here, even if only occasionally, but they do. TYVM to you!
A year on, I’ve decided I’m staying put in this blogging world. It’s great to have an outlet for sharing some thoughts I keep way back in my mind because very few, if anyone these days, have time/make time or have a need for long or deep and meaningful conversations.
Allow me a few requests while you’re here.
To my friends—old, new and ‘time travellers’—would you:
READ ME. Be your bi-monthly or monthly ‘fix’, part of your online-reading routine. Your feedback is welcome so I can improve my writing.
HEAR ME. There are things I want to share; perhaps we’re in the same wavelength or maybe not. Hear my logic and perspective anyway, hear me out. Let’s learn from each other.
UNDERSTAND ME. The reasons for my writing are as I say they are, but they may change in time. After all, life changes constantly and we evolve continuously. Also, be happy for me, for whatever intrinsic satisfaction I’m getting out of writing/blogging.
ACCEPT ME. Our opinions, outlook in life, religious beliefs (if any), ideologies, philosophies, tastes, skin colour, sexual orientation, and/or even size of our waistline may differ, but that’s the beauty, and some say strength, of our being diverse. If you find yourself disagreeing with me, let’s make a deal: Let’s agree to disagree.
WATCH ME. I’ll continually learn and grow, both as a “self-published writer” and as a fellow temporary resident of earth.
TELL ME. Share what you’re thinking. Let me hear it; broaden my perspective.
TEACH ME. I’ll no doubt make mistakes, even fall flat on my face, as I cruise along, both in blogging and in this life that I now see as truly worth living. Your reminder, suggestions, advice, nudge or even comeuppance are welcome (but be gentle).
SHOW ME. It’s a two-way street: I give, you take; I take, you give. Show me and I’ll reciprocate. I’ll WATCH YOU grow, change, create, transform and/or inspire others.
HOLD ME. This is while I steady my gait in this sometimes overwhelming, sometimes lonely blogging world.
GIVE ME. Something to remember you by – a word, a comment, a constructive criticism, a food for thought, a really funny joke—which I love—and other things that come from your heart. [Special thanks to those bloggers and visitors who left comment/s here or direct messaged me.]
MASSAGE ME. No, not my ego, but my aches and pains that I sometimes feel. Soothing words, as you know, are like a balm that take away some of the occasional sadness, and past and present hurts.
HUG ME. Or I hug you — it’s the same really. For coming here, let me hug ((((YOU)))). Virtual hugs are not as warm as the ”manual” hugs (lol) but, as you know, it’s the thought that counts!
LOVE ME. What is there not to love? Just don’t ask certain people!
I’m joking, of course. I just thought a list like this can’t NOT include love! ”Love” in all its forms has become a favourite topic of mine and I’ll be tackling it here more later. Love’s a never-ending learning process for most of us. It’s the bottom line of all our desires, don’t you think? I just don’t have the constant urge to say it or the constant need to hear it (romantically speaking is another matter, lol). Actions really speak louder than words. If you love someone, show – don’t tell. Or let me clarify: show at every opportunity and say it in moments when you feel you’d burst if you don’t say, ‘I Love You‘!
To prove how grateful I am to you for taking the time to ”readme” and for me to share my LOVE of books to my cool readers, I will buy via http://www.bookdepository.co.uk (because it’s free shipping worldwide) or http://www.fishpond.com.au (because it’s free shipping in Australia) the first 3 people who comment on this WISH post a book of their choice to the value of up to A$25 (for each lucky reader).
Haha, I’ll be luCkY to get 3 comments but I’m serious! Go on, make my day. 😀
And while you’re here now, stay a while. Together, let’s enjoy the great Pink Floyd.
Once more with feeling…
[This was originally a guest post but have since got the rights back to publish in my blog. I thank Joe for allowing this.]
For those of us who desire to be more comfortable in our own skin but don’t have the courage to do so, writing is the next best thing.
When I started my personal blog, a few people told me I was being brave. I didn’t realize it then, but they were really telling me I was needlessly exposing myself to the entire world.
For a nude prude like me, showing too much flesh doesn’t come naturally. So why the sudden disregard for modesty?
To answer that question, let’s compare how I see getting undressed to writing for blogs:
1. There is supposedly an art to undressing; while writing is definitely an art.
2. Unbuttoning your clothing is like uncovering your innermost thoughts so you can prepare to write.
3. Removing your top is like getting rid of unnecessary mental baggage and putting it on paper.
4. Unzipping your trousers or your skirt is like opening up yourself and your life, and risking being scrutinized.
5. Slowly removing your undergarments is like slowly stripping away self-consciousness and the fear of embarrassing yourself, as you risk being criticized.
6. As you dance to the music and strut while peeling off each layer of clothing, in writing you silently peel away your personas and reveal facets of your more authentic self that you don’t dare show many people, sometimes even those close to you.
7. Being naked makes you feel vulnerable; but so does writing and disclosing your secret life.
So what good does exposing figuratively and/or literally in public do for writers? Writing is liberating and therapeutic. In the right place, so is undressing and being naked.
I quite enjoy writing and wish I did it sooner. I’ve been laughing a lot, sometimes almost to tears, reminiscing funny incidents that have happened in my life. I’ve also cried my eyes out, though not too many times, remembering sad and painful moments that are best forgotten.
I highly recommend it, writing I mean. I can’t say the same for getting naked, but you’ll surely laugh yourself silly looking in the mirror and seeing how funny you appear. Either that or you’ll cry your heart out dwelling over real or imagined imperfections.
My life, little parts of it at least, is now an open book, or should I say an open blog. So in my husky voice I dare say, “Look at me in all my naked glory – moles, scars, warts and all!,” while I stumble as I strut in my red stiletto shoes and pretend to be comfortable writing my life away.
P.S. I don’t really have warts. 😛
Dear old and new friends, welcome to my first ever blog.
From years of listening, watching, observing, reading, introspecting, remembering and endless daydreaming, come thoughts, opinions, conclusions, judgments and beliefs. This blog will be my platform for expressing my voice—a lone voice. No longer content to remain and watch from the sidelines, my backside (see ‘Moi – Warts, Backside and All’ page) is sore from sitting on the fence too long. 🙂
From that tiny seed of encouragement over 15 years ago that I should write, from an old friend called Niamh, I’ve progressed from a frustrated writer to… a budding writer. Yes, the progression has been at a snail’s pace but I finally got here one snail-pace step at a time.
It might take you forever to get to your destination and you may move yourself one inch at a time if you want to, but you have to make that first move. To get to where you want to be, you have to, at the very least, stir. It’s like playing a game of chess. The game can’t begin until the first player, no matter how slow, makes the first move.
If I’ve satisfied you with my excuse for taking almost two decades to do what I’ve been wanting to do, then I’m happy. Who knows where this game of words will take me, but I hope you’ll join me for the ride. I may have started slowly but now I’m raring to go. With renewed courage and a chunk of craziness for throwing caution to the wind, my itchy feet are ready to hitch a ride on a
bullet slow train to becoming a fully-fledged writer.
This is not to say I won’t ever go back there, to sit on the fence. I enjoy it there, often smiling in bemusement and at other times indifferent, quietly watching the dramas unfold around me. I don’t and won’t always take sides but I will offer my two cents. I have feelings and opinions unexpressed, and memories and points of view unshared, biding my time until the spirit moved me to write them down and share them with you.
If any of the future topics I discuss make you feel happy, sad, surprised, amused, shocked, irked or cause any form of reaction, I’d be happy to hear… your voice… and share what you feel.
I work full-time and have other activities that occupy my time and mind but, from this point on, I’ll endeavour to write as often as I can.