Life As a First Draft
Work: AM heat & short walk/PM groom
Evaluation: Easy day. Although I was proud of him for holding it together yesterday until we finished, his fit means that he found the work taxing. It is beyond me why he finds wandering around his own pasture to be difficult, but that’s not my call to make. I groomed until he dropped his head and yawned.
In addition to heaps of money and the admiration of millions, one of my goals with Rodney’s Saga is to understand blogging. So, I thought I’d take a day away from the horses at the end of each month to reflect on writing daily, writing online, and writing about myself.
Not only do I remember the days when magazines used to pay folks to write articles, I remember when newspapers where laid out on light tables and photos were edged with line tape. Having thoroughly dated myself, I want to say that I am not anti-technology. I recall my wondrous glee the first time I watched a page emerge fully formed from a printer instead of being hunted and pecked out of a typewriter. I’d be happy if I never uncapped another bottle of Wite-Out. But your formative experiences stay with you, which means I still put two spaces after a period. It’s too ingrained to change. I have to global replace when I’m done. Outside of a few links, I still think of the screen as funky-looking sheet of paper instead of exploiting the medium from what it can do. (For a better stated version of this argument, Craig Mod on Books in the Age of iPad.) So, I blog in order to understand 21st C media.
When I was writing monthly posts, I would come up with an idea, draft it, polish it, ask my writing buddies to read it, and send it off to be illustrated. Entire weeks would go by when I would not think of the blog. Life online wasn’t much different from life in the dead-tree world. That has changed with a daily blog. Now every event is a potential blog post. For example, a friend sent me a gift and I thought, Oh goody, I can get a blog post out of this. She’s a blogger also, so she understood.
I have become obsessed. If I am not fiddling with the day’s post or taking notes for future ones, I’m checking the site stats or wondering if I should add video. I have no idea where this is coming from. Until now I have been a firm proponent of Johnson’s adage that “No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money.” It remains to be see if this is enthusiasm for a new project or the start of a dangerous addiction.
To more experienced bloggers, how do you keep from disappearing into the vortex?