Well, alright then. I have things a bit more organized in my head now, and I’m ready to talk. About new designs, getting angry, seeing ourselves in others, dating, who the Texan is, and blogging. To address all these things at once would make for one wicked-long post, though, and my fingers might fall off. Let’s start with a quick note on blogging, and then move on to dating and seeing ourselves in others, shall we?
When I started blogging, it was my intention to introduce people to me and to the process of art making. It wasn’t long, however, before I realized that blogging was doing something for me. Having quickly developed a reader base, I felt a responsiblity to my readers to write regularly; I had asked for your ear, you gave it to me, and now I needed to respect the gift of your attention. Writing regularly for an audience has helped clarify so much in my mind. Imposing structure on my writing in order to make it good reading has forced me to imposed structure on my thoughts, too, and that’s a good thing.
But what if one’s blog is tied to one’s business, and one is open about one’s identity, and what one is struggling with is very personal? Where does that leave one’s blog, then? Hmm? And, if blogging bolsters one’s well-being and creative process, but one feels she can’t write about that which is very intimate, then what happens to one’s head? Then one is f***ed, I tell you.
Not feeling comfortable exposing you all to the mess in my head and heart , I even set up an alternative, anonymous blog. That way, I figured, I could delve into the most tedious, intimate details of anything, and I wouldn’t be held accountable in any way. I could use horrible language, and have a “mature content” warning pop up when you entered the blog. I could gossip about code-named people. I could talk smack about religion and politics. I could dabble in erotica! In the end, though, writing another blog seemed almost like cheating on this one, and I’m terrible at keeping secrets. I’d just tell you about it, anyway.
Hmm, that was more than a quick note on blogging, and so we’ll need to save dating for tomorrow.
Thank you for sticking with me.