I have long lamented the death of the OG blog. The blog that existed as social media before social media was even a term. I have bitched about all this until I am blue in the face. Hell, I did so in this very piece before editing and republishing it a few hundred times. But how long can I beat that dead horse?
Since that old school blogosphere died, I have started and killed countless blogs trying to regain what I had.
I have complained about it … a lot. Also, pathetic. However, I still want to blog even though I don’t know what that means, really.
Creativity vs Coronavirus
During most of the summer, The wife and I were unemployed thanks to the coronavirus basically killing our industry: the performing arts. Where we live took the pandemic very seriously, as they should. That meant those months of worrying about money and jobs and our house were also spent quarantined, or sheltered in place, or whatever the hell you want to call it … trapped in a house, unable to go anywhere or do anything, and too afraid to do so even if we could.
I stopped writing. I stopped drawing. I stopped reading. I stopped doing anything more than replaying old video games and drinking too much. Trying to do anything else was too hard.
Now that the jobs part of our worrying is over, at least for now, I am finding myself having the urge to write and blog and draw again. However, when it comes to the blog, I have absolutely no idea what to blog about. (I also don’t know what to draw or what to write about, but that’s another topic) .
Oh, Boo Hoo, Blogs Are Dead
When blogs were social media without the toxicity, we used them to connect with other people, which meant I was writing about personal-ish things: funny things that happened at work, or cute stories about my kids. I know, I know, real top-shelf, Pulitzer material.
Now, however, that stuff feels impossible to write about. And not just because other social media has replaced the whole connection side of blogging. With the country going through the Great Dumpster Fire of 2020 and Orange-45 fanning the flames of democracy’s demise, I just can’t write about what I used to write about.
My head keeps getting in the way, throwing shade, causing doubt, telling me, “Who wants to read about the time a guy in a wheelchair grabbed your ass at Wal-Mart when the world is like this?”
So, then, what to write about without my head getting in the way?
If I knew the answer to that question, I would be writing every day. Well, maybe not writing every day, but wanting to.
Long Story Short … Too Late
Ah, enter the writing prompt, which is really the point of this post, even though it has taken me a few hundred words to get there.
I am going to take the writing prompts I find around the interwebs and just turn those into posts. Just completely random shit. Maybe they will be inspired. Most often they will not. Point is, I am taking my head out of the game and letting the prompts tell me what to write about.
And now I realize this was just a long-winded way of telling you what I am going to do instead of just showing you. Seems there is a rule about that somewhere … meh, Orange-45 or The ‘Rona probably got rid of that, too.