New Ideas for an Old Blog
The Deal
A personal blog going through a new direction in a new year for a woman who’s trying to become a new version of herself.
The Idea
Tired of microblogging about a single webtoon project, I think it’s time that I started talking more about my true interests.
The Discussion*
* Not word-for-word, but the gist is what really matters.
Me: I’m just bored with the blog. All I do is post micro posts about a webtoon hardly anyone reads.
Friend: I like it.
Me: You didn’t even know I had this blog until I mentioned it a while ago.
Friend: Yeah, I meant The Eoin Fame. But about this blog you’ve got.
Me: I’m tired of it. Tired of microblogging. It’s dead simple and I don’t like it. I post a screenshot, write some alt text for it, and throw up a few smarmy words about the process. It’s lacking, it’s lazy.
Friend: So do you have any ideas?
Me: Maybe a few. But I don’t know if other people will like them.
Friend: Like what?
Me: Okay, years and years ago, long before I met you, I had another blog. A personal one. Incessant Ramblings. That was the name. I blogged about anything and everything. I was in my twenties, so I thought I had a lot of insights to share. I didn’t really, but I enjoyed talking about the shows I enjoyed, the shit my dad put me through, and the struggles of my college classes.
Friend: That sounds like fun.
Me: Some other people thought so, too. I made some friends that way, and I’d get the occasional email saying how someone spent all night reading through my entries instead of studying or sleeping. That made me feel good. Made me feel like I was doing something worthwhile.
Friend: It sounds like you were.
Me: Would be nice to have that feeling again.
Friend: Are you thinking about bringing back Incessant Ramblings?
Me: Not the name, no. But maybe the concept.
Friend: So what’s the holdup?
Me: Some of what I want to talk about is… esoteric. Maybe even a little religious and mystical. This is the stuff that gets my heart racing and makes me feel whole. I get excited when I think about the things I’ve learned. But in this post-New Atheism world, people are still out for blood. I’d just be chumming the waters.
Friend: Then chum the waters. Those bloodthirsty assholes eventually start eating each other alive. Okay, remember that one time you were telling me about that book you read? About making better habits by thinking about how you’ll feel about missing out on opportunities on your death bed, or whatever it was?
Me: *can’t remember the title but knows exactly what the friend is referring to, and is filled with a sense of pure, utter waste*
Friend: So maybe think about what you’ll think about when you’re on your death bed.
Me: I guess I’ll do it.