Margaret’s post I Feel Like a Fake. Anyone Else? caught me at just the right moment this morning. I’d been wading through my old short stories trying to find bones to wrap NaNoWriMo wordcounts around, all while pushing aside art projects so I could see my desk.
She asked the question: What will it take for you to believe you’re an artist?
I thought about it, in terms of Artist and Writer and I’m honestly not sure where that bar is at for me. When people ask me I will always respond with “I’m an Artist/Writer, but…”
So I’m going to do an experiment!
Starting today I’m going to make a list of all the Buts and then I’m going to chase each of them down MythBuster‘s style and see if they are actually true.
I’ll do a post at least once a month on which Buts I’ve Busted and what the results were. (Some will obviously take less time to test than others.)
It’s been fun reading the posted responses to this– A lot of folks out there have deep and meaningful reasons for why they started blogging. In fact quite a lot of them have blogs specifically meant to inspire and improve the lives of their readers.
So why did I start (and keep) blogging?
My online life started in 1994, back when my website was an archive for my writings and my art. Then I stumbled into LiveJournal in 2005 and got into the habit of chatting to my readers and friends about the day-to-day craziness that is my life. Once I found self-hosted WordPress the transition back to my own site was a natural– although it took me several years to finally combine all my my different hobby blogs into one Megablog.
I love taking notes and organizing things (as my coworkers can attest) so this blog is basically just the notes of my life. I blog about what I’m doing, what I’ve done, what I plan to do– a running commentary that’s hopefully fun to read and fun to look back on years down the road.
As for what I hope to accomplish…I guess I aim to make you go commit art? (Or write stories, or build a treadmill computer, or play with code, or run a microbusiness, or– heck, I guess that all counts as art moreorless?)
I blog to entertain and to spark other folk’s Muses.
I blog to bring some theoretical structure and implied coherence to my life.
But mostly I blog because otherwise there are too many stories in my head…
The house is getting foundation work done next week, which means everything has to be packed and out of the house (or hidden away in the kitchen). On the whole it seems like a pretty simple task: pick things up, put them in a box.
What I really wasn’t ready for was having to admit to myself how much stuff I still own for silly reasons.
I’ve been pretty good the last few years about decluttering, but with a packing matra of ‘Will I use this in the next two weeks?’ it’s becoming apparent I own things I’m not going to use in the next two years.
Or haven’t used in the last ten.
So yeah, packing the house is turning into one of those ‘what is actually important?’ adventures.
But it’s worth it to be shaken out of ruts now and again– growth only comes from focused change, so time to get a’focusing!
I’ve officially decided to do nothing for May (and possibly beyond).
Actually, I’ve been getting up the courage to do nothing ever since I saw Godmother’s post in January about the Year of Faff.
True, she meant it as it applies to World of Warcraft, but I’ve decided it’s high-time that I start focusing on chasing the Fun first and the Things That Must Be Done™ second. (or third)
I should have all of the custom order model horses done today, so once those are off the table I won’t owe anyone anything. I’ll be able to paint or write or declutter or code or walk and game or garden or whatever I feel like… and all I have to do is resist making lists or setting goals or putting any sort of limits on things.
I have a feeling this might be a little harder than expected, but I think it’s time for a little FAFFing!
That’s a crazy milestone, no matter how you slice it…
My very first post in the archive is from 2005, but that was just me backdating things in the old writing archive so they’d exist but not muddle the feed. After that come mostly imported LiveJournal posts until October 8th, 2008 when I made the move to a self-hosted WordPress site.
So where did those two thousand posts come from? Well it’s not surprise that the writing subblog came out on top (thanks to NaNoWriMo), but I’m honestly a little wowed by just how much it trumped the competition!
1,268 posts in Unquiet Bones (only 207 were Saturday Story Prompts!)
As you can tell from the vast wasteland of posts on the blog in the last few weeks, my get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went.
Every time I cry Mulligan and try and start the year over right something goes wrong– and at this point I’ve given up on any sort of true fresh start.
So I’m declaring the rest of February (what little there is) as a ‘one thing a day’ month. That’s it, no more layered goals, no more multiple checklists, just one thing a day. If the rest happens, it happens, but I just don’t have enough energy.
And with luck, the little victories will be enough to tease my Muses out to play and I can finally get back to work Making Things. *crosses fingers*
Title is from the poem The Shortest Day which is one of my favorite things from the Christmas Revels performances. (We’ll ignore the fact that the solstice was on the 21, not the 31.)
2013 has wound to a close and while I may not have checked much off my , I had a blast trying. In fact I’m looking to recycle a lot of the 2013 resolutions, as well as some of the 2012 and 2011’s… 2014 will be the Year of the Mulligan!