Wednesday, 10 December 2014

A blog about not blogging, solved by reblogging a blog about not blogging

I don't blog as I used to, nor as much as I'd like.

I have some things to write about (quiet a lot of things to write about), but sometimes I find that my views can be summed up in more concise words. For example; 'don't be a dick' (thanks Wil Wheaton!).

I'm not as volatile as I used to be. I still have that energy in my mind, but instead of feeling the need to release all of it on the world , I double take and think; 'who really cares,' or sometimes more importantly 'do I really care that much?'

All my little projects: The Cardboard Cartographer, Underhive Hero and so on, suffer from the same fate. The same apathy.
The problem is I always feel a little guilty when I find I can sum up a lot of things a lot more economically, or I just don't have the tenacity, or passion that I once had.

Sometimes you just have to write. For when that passion comes back, that righteous indignation, that need to speak.

It is with this note, I would like to point you to Wil Wheaton dot Net (Wil Wheatons blog) and his latest one of his latest posts, 'A blog about not blogging.' -  (I know I'm dating this post by doing this but I don't rightly care good sir!) -

'This isn’t one of those posts about not posting, except that it kind of is.

A couple of nights ago, Anne and I were sitting on the couch, Seamus between us, watching Modern Family. A fire in our fireplace warmed our living room, and both of our cats, who were stretched out in front of it.

Modern Family is one of my favourite shows on television, because it brilliantly fills a hole left by the Simpsons, when it stopped being about characters and started being about guest stars and whacky shenanigans: it’s a terrifically funny look at a family trying to be a family while their life happens around them. More often than not, it cleverly weaves together seemingly unrelated stories into a satisfying ending, and the writing is consistently clever and unexpected.

During a commercial, I thought about my kids, and my family. Ryan’s 25 and Nolan’s 23. We see them at least once a week for family dinner, but usually more than that. We’re a close family, we love each other very much, and every moment we spend together makes me so proud of all of us, because we struggled and suffered a lot for years at the petty and vindictive hands of their biological father. That we have anything at all is pretty remarkable, considering how relentlessly he tried to destroy our ability to be a family, and that we have something so special and rare makes all the suffering and struggling worth enduring, because here we are today, Team Wheaton.

I said this wasn’t one of those posts about not posting, except that it kind of is. During that commercial, as I thought about Ryan and Nolan and our lives together, I noticed that I don’t write about us as much as I used to, which means that I don’t write in my blog as much as I used to. More often than not, when one or both of them is over, I can take a picture and post it to Twitter, and it tells an entire story that would have once been saved for a blog post. Yes, I could still do that, and add the picture to the post, but that’s not the way we do things these days, and it feels like most people don’t read or comment on blogs, anyway.

So this isn’t a post about not posting, except that it is. It’s a post that reiterates, for me as much as anyone, that I need to write, because it’s doing the right thing, even when I feel like I don’t have anything to write about.

Runners run, even if they’re not in a race, and they run every day, so they’re ready for the race when they find themselves at the starting line.

Sometimes a nice jog, for the sake of jogging, can be a worthwhile thing. In fact, it’s worthwhile more often than not.'

 Thanks to Wil Wheaton, as always, for the words of wisdom and inspiration to keep moving forward.
I will endeavour to jog, for the sake of jogging.