One year ago today, fifteen hundred miles and change from where I now sit, I plunked down some cash for my very own domain name and started pecking at a keyboard. And I’m still here, nudging this blog in one direction and then another, looking for its proper fit. I expect that evolution will continue for a bit yet.
What I said then still holds: “My vision is for this space to be a wordy playpen, caching everyday blogging, my published writing portfolio, and signposts pointing you toward things I like.” The playpen bit has been the most fun, and it’s why I keep writing.
I’ve been writing poetry here, after a long hiatus, and I like it, even if I am just a bit sheepish about admitting that. If you’re just joining me, first welcome! and second, you might enjoy these. I know I do:
North Faulty Trail
I’ve been writing about writing here–mine and other people’s–largely because words are how I process. Cows chew cud; I ruminate at a keyboard. Sometimes it’s specific; sometimes I just flex my writerly muscles because it feels good. Naturally, talking about writing also means talking about reading.
I write some about identity, because it can tell us a lot about how we learn and what we value and how we think and talk about ourselves and each other. I’m very interested in why we do what we do, how we think about it all, and if and how we can change. Human behavior is at once instructive, appalling, beautiful, and inspiring. For me, all this pondering is about what I call The Good Life–what it takes to live one, how to get there, and why it’s important. Some of my favorites that fall under this broad umbrella include Helping Hands and Real Estate.
So, thanks for coming, and for coming back. I hope you find a few things you like. I’m still here, shuffling sentences, prodding gerunds, and grinning over a well-turned phrase. It’s been a great first year.