A few days ago, I began to notice one thought behind me: “what if the day comes when I don’t know what to write about?”. These suspicions that all thoughts will disappear from my head and I will be in a state of written anabiosis, do not leave me. But every time I remind myself that it changes absolutely nothing.
If one day I don’t want to write anything, let it be
I have done this for the past 38 years. And if it happens again, I won’t worry too much about it.
But this is my challenge. I’ve blogged for 39 days in a row. I write and translate every day, and it doesn’t really matter to me what appears here, because the point is not to limit yourself in actions, not to be forced into some frameworks, because one (regularity) is enough.
Does this “mandatory work” make me uncomfortable? No, because I do it with pleasure and if it weren’t for other projects that I also spend a lot of time on, I would write more and more often.
The main topic of the blog
When I was designing this blog (2 years ago), then I had a completely different vision, a different structure than now. It became much simpler. I got rid of unnecessary categories, the most important thing remained: writing, cinema and everything else.
Watching people give advice on the topic of blogging and successful cases, I noticed that the main topic of the site still matters. And for me, this topic was formed little by little, but very logically:
the site will mainly contain information about writing, literature, blogging
Cinema and all other topics that I am also interested in will appear in the second echelon and will have a lower priority in coverage.
Now I devote a lot of time to freestyle, I write mainly about what I think, what is happening and I separately deal with more serious articles that will be published here in the future.
It is not surprising that the main topic on the writer’s website is writing. Separately, I would like to highlight my path. I am interested in watching this through the notation, and others may also have something to pay attention to.
Writer and blogger
I have already mentioned this in a separate article (at this link). I’m not a classic writer, because at least now I’m passionate about blogging.
But it doesn’t really bother me, because the movement of thought happens one way or another, even in ordinary posts I train my inner writer for future works.
I have ideas that are already ready to be written. There is also a plan according to which I regularly devote time and attention to this process. Everything moves little by little and depends a lot on my financial situation. While I think about where and how I can earn a comfortable life, while I spend time earning, while my writer will remain in the shadow of these troubles of survival in Ukraine.
What if I spend minimal time on this blog and instead actively write some kind of essay? It is possible. Pretty real. And I even imagined for a few seconds that this could be a good decision even under the current conditions.
Then my inner blogger will miss the interesting articles…
Or maybe this challenge of daily posts is not such a great idea?
What do I get out of it?
People are not visiting my site now.
Three of my acquaintances know about it and that’s all. I am not receiving any profit from this now and it is not known whether I will receive it in the future.
How much is enough for me?
What is the purpose of this site? Does it involve daily posts or am I just screwed up and doing something wild?
Why all these questions? I do not know.
Because I can immediately answer them with a phrase that sounded repeatedly in past posts:
I do what I like
I don’t think about what will come of it. I talk to myself in public. I have a certain plan, which involves working with discipline, with regularity, with developing the habit of writing.
Is this already a habit?
I thought about it.
Indeed…
Every day I think about what exactly I will publish on the site. Sometimes I know the topic of the post in advance, sometimes it comes when I open the document without any idea and hoping for the magic of impromptu.
Someone will say that I spend my life not so efficiently, that I can write more objectively and make a profit from it, that no one needs these thoughts and it’s just a waste of time. Perhaps.
But I just don’t think about it.
I write.
I publish.
I go my way, listening to intuition.
I am comfortable.
I feel better when another post appears on the site. And let there be no user on it. I do not lie to anyone and frankly say that I do all this primarily for myself.
This is my way and my therapy. My loneliness and my one more day, full of December rain, frailty, tachycardia and regular power outages
If someone has read this post, somehow ended up here, then please write how you got to this site and this post. I haven’t had a single comment yet, although a few people have been visiting in the three weeks the site has been online…
