So I feel the need to explain my blogginess. Er, my blogessence. Um. Whatever.
I started a blog way back in 2002. I called it The Old Curiosity Shop, and this was my very first post:
7.17.2002
Curiosity is not just for cats. I read to learn. I read to feel. I read because I'm curious about the world and about people. I love to share my favorite books and poems with people. That's just what this is. The Old Curiosity Shop of Literature.
Somewhere along the way, I lost track of that mission. I went strong for a good solid year, I think, and then the posts started coming few and far between. I think I figured out a reason for it.
I'm a perfectionist (like so many others who say they're a perfectionist when asked what their negative qualities are) and I can't seem to continually produce what I intend to be high-quality posts on a regular basis.
How can I get over that? Well...I can start writing rambly posts like this one until I figure out what the heck I'm trying to say.
I've always believed that good writing is an art that is well practiced.
And boy, have I been out of practice.
But now I feel that urge again...to write...to discover...to share the things I know. It's a pretty profound feeling. I hope it sticks around.
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