Restarting my blog has been a great adventure so far. Over the past week I’ve started to see things… differently. Every new adventure is a potential blog post; every opportunity is a potential story. And I don’t want to miss out on anything!
Blogging can become exhausting. When I think back to my blogging journey, I remember the highs: the rush of seeing my stats climb, the excitement at opportunities to participate in blogger events, and the thrill of sharing with a captive audience. The lows are also hard to forget: mocking from acquaintances who read my posts, feeling put on the spot, and straining to come up with new ideas.
My old blogging system was regimented – my posts fell into categories that I’d laid out by day. I created brainstorming webs for each post, sometimes planning for weeks before actually writing them. It was more than exhausting, but at the time I was trying to fill the void that unemployment had left.
This time things are different. I exhausted at the end of the day and blogging can only be a relaxing activity this time around. It’s not about trying to do my best writing 100% of the time, but instead about practicing the craft. Keeping my brain in shape. Enjoying myself.
Today I decided to empty out my old stash of ideas. As I mentioned, I kept track of every idea, using cue cards and an elaborate filing system to keep track. I would make point form notes on one side and a brainstorming web on the other – a fairly methodological system for something as frivolous as a blog.
(I’m smiling right now because I know that blogging is anything but frivolous; expressing yourself online is much harder than it seems. You need to have confidence in your every word or the nay-sayers will eat you alive. That’s another thing I’ve overcome. Tell me that my blog is pointless and I’ll invite you to stop reading it.)
Today I re-read all of my old ideas – every. last. one. I remembered all off the bad and celebrated all of the good. I’ve deleted all of my old drafts and thrown away all of my old cue cards, but from them I took the following:
A look at my old notes proved fruitful. I know myself – but sometimes I forget all of the little things. I won’t be using any of my old ideas, but instead re-purposing them into something new. Something bright and fun.