Frank over at pcguyiv hosts Truthful Tuesday, a weekly writing prompt that invites us to write about some of our personal truths. The question this week:
Why did you start blogging, and is your reason for blogging still the same as when you started, or has it changed?
I started this blog (my first) in March 2016. I still have my first draft and oldest surviving entry here and it was more like an online journal than anything else. Since then, I’ve restarted about three times (2017, 2018 and 2020), thus the gaps in my posts. It was only this year that I became more consistent and focused on writing, and have experimented on a few writing styles, modes and forms. I still feel like I’m in year 1. What got me curious was a friend/schoolmate who shared a link to his blog in one of our chats as a way to stay in touch. It was on a different platform that I didn’t particularly like, so after a non-exhaustive search, I found WordPress and thought I’d try the free version first. In late 2018 or early 2019, I created other websites/blogs for businesses or as a hobby but I decided to keep this one personal and let it grow organically. I’ve made very few changes here in terms of themes, layout but the content evolves with me.
Some thought provoking questions by Ashleyleia over at mentalhealthathome about the writing process got me thinking about my own.
Where do you write?
Eversince I got back to blogging the past few months, I’ve been staying in the city in a condo so physically, not much space to go around. So I pretty much write wherever I can, depends on when the ideas flow. I find it didn’t matter much these days. I do have a balcony I go to some mornings, the workspace when I broke my laptop, my reading chair when I blog right before or after prepping a meal.
In terms of platform, most of the time I work directly in the WP editor.
How often do you write?
The past few months I’ve been writing a few times a week, 2-3 posts in one sitting. The first few weeks I was posting on a daily basis. Depends really when ideas flow or when I need them to percolate for awhile or augment with some research.
Do you have drafts on the go?
I don’t really draft, but I did have a few when I was starting out. When I want to explore a topic involving research and write a post about it later, I take note of it in a notepad on my computer or phone or a physical one when I don’t have the first two with me, but that rarely happens.
When do you publish?
I usually write, proofread and publish immediately, after a quick preview or two. I haven’t tried scheduling, but there’s always a first time.
What about other writing?
I planned to write a book prior to covid, which I’m now trying to start work on. I have no prior experience so my weekly reading involves materials on publishing. I did a few web pages for projects in the past, and thinking of consolidating or organizing them somehow. I still don’t have much of a process in place, as I’m still trying out a few things.
It’s been awhile since she last saw her. It gets harder to remember her face sometimes as an adult, but her scent is unforgettable.
She came and went like the wind, showed up one day to loosely re-introduce herself to her, yet she hasn’t forgotten. The secretly sick woman was her mother, gone from her life almost forever, but now back to atone for her sins. Her time is running out unbeknownst to her.
This bottle is all that’s left to remember her, the flowers taken from when she left this world, her life, to fall asleep forever. She was forgiven even when she was missing, even before she reappeared. Had she known would she have come back sooner..?
“Don’t go”, she would have said. Nine years old, and she never had a chance.
She’s real sweet and caring, people are drawn to her motherly yet girly charms. She seems full of promise, yet tamed by responsibility. You find yourself trusting her outright.
Yet there’s a shadow upon her, enveloping her. Going against her wishes unleashes what’s lurking in the shadows, an ugly side that almost wipes away the memory of her charms, her bright self. It’s shocking, bordering on sinister, even repulsive.
Beware her treacherous charms, for she keeps a secret. Keep your distance, lest she bites.
As much as possible she wanted to keep the peace, to stay out of trouble. She kept her head down, tried not to ruffle feathers, while keeping her wits about her. Oh she has causes she supports, but chose to work with authorities as best she can. She loved to go out in the world, yet her own world she kept small and safe, away from prying eyes.
But fate has a way of playing tricks on people on the verge of change. And around her things start to unravel. Just as she was getting more successful and courageous, people started talking, around her, about her. Undermining her strengths, her worth, they spread rumors, imagined slights, petty issues of people caught up in the crab bucket effect. Until she knew she had to go. Up and leave. In her openness and indiscrimination, her small world was infiltrated by the unscrupulous, the bigots, the small people. People she allowed to gain authority in her life. Her growth, identity was on the line. She needed to crawl out of that place growing darker, smaller by the minute. She had to.
And she DID. She rebuilt her world from scratch, embraced her strengths and seized her opportunities, those she hesitated to take before. In the process, she was gifted with people, friends of her choosing. And other people came into her life, chose to stay, to matter, and she matters to them, too.
This is technically my 11th post, but I am nonetheless a newbie in the world of blogging. My not-so-shitty first draft (I hope) was posted a year ago, but life happened and got in the way of writing, so I just re-started writing a couple of months ago.
Unlike with blogging, I used to journal during my pre-teen years (9ish) to navigate my then increasingly tumultuous family life; realization of a broken family, unofficial parental custody, looming separation with siblings, school friends, the works. I also wanted to express myself and acknowledge my thoughts and emotions non-verbally, secretly. Without realizing it, I had a good sense of self-preservation at a young age and journaling helped me to stay aware and not act out. Deeming myself unemotional, I was surprised looking back that I could write with such impassioned feelings, even horror, suspense stories in between. I digress.
Back to blogging — so far; 11 posts, 12 followers, 13 or so likes on a post. I prefer a certain anonymity to this online journal/blog/learning-crunching portal/therapeutic exercise. Anonymous or not, I’d like to be part of a community of travelers, writers, foodies, adventurers/explorers like me. I’d also like to learn from people from all walks of life who take time and effort to understand themselves and/or the cultures, this world we live in. It feeds my eternal curiosity. I hope to contribute by writing consistently, honestly, accurately and coming up with better content over time. Oh, I also love taking pictures (strictly a newbie). Happy blogging, you and me! 🙂
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