Stumbled across I’m not here to make frenemies via merlinmann. I read several posts, and I subscribed to the feed.
And it highlighted something which still amazes me with the combination of personal publishing (+ Google’s insatiable appetite to index) : Good, new things will see the light (if you are looking), and cool things will happen if you participate.
It made me wonder, why I don’t I write here more? I’ve never considered myself a blogger or writer – more like a perpetual tinkerer/learner of digital tools. But, I really don’t think I ever installed blog software to keep up on software updates.
I admire when people put themselves out there like the writer at frenimes has – whether it’s writing, art, music – whatever.
For the most part, I’ve been standing on the digital sidelines more often than not. I’ve been posting here on and off for 5+ years, so why the perpetual fits and starts? If nothing else, maybe I’d become a better writer.
Yeah, I get busy. Yeah, I’d love to have more ‘offscreen’ time and hobbies. But mostly, I think I get stuck on appearing as (or becoming) one of those blowhard phony self-obsessed writer types – even though there are many examples of people who I follow who aren’t like that at all. I guess I psyche myself out.
Kind of like watching my daughter hesitate jumping into the pool. I’ve been doing that for 5 years.
I’m not going to call it a resolution, but an observation I’m putting out there. In any case, thanks for the nudge, shellysurname.
Aww. Shucks.
Thanks for the plug. Despite the shameful activities internetters put themselves into, admitting that I’m so socially backwards seems worse than participating in some two girls and a cup type behavior. BTW, awesome photos. In a way, it makes me miss New York.