Being neither pithy nor witty, the thought of maintaining a Twitter account or even a Tumblr seems like an recipe for disaster to me. I’ve never been short on words and I love to play with language, but I lack the nimbleness of mind required for true wit. I’ll probably hit 800 words before this post is over and still not say anything even remotely sharp.
(In addition to my undying dream of somehow developing a lounge singer voice [think: female Simon Le Bon], I also dream of becoming witty. So far it’s been braying in the shower and vague and decidedly feeble mutterings to myself well after the fact. I’ll let you know if anything changes…)
However, the appeal of both Twitter and Tumblr does not escape me. I have in the past months wanted to share a quick thought or observation here but have felt constrained by a lack of time. In fact, I have a number of drafts piled up here, little snippets and links and ideas I’ve collected with the idea of contextualizing and fleshing out “when I have time.”
Back in January, I think, I finally succumbed to the pressure to join Facebook. And though I initially created an account to stay in touch with friends, I’ve discovered its power as a low-stakes version of Twitter and Tumblr. A simple prop medium to occupy my time.
Ah, the world of Facebook—wonderfully social, often terribly superficial—a space where “Status Updates” permit one to say a little something, be it witty, sharp, or (in my case) banal. I can’t lie and say I don’t like Facebook. I do. It’s fun. I like keeping up with my friends, many of whom do post their keen observations, entertaining stories, and sharp criticisms of this world. Furthermore, I like having so many of my people talking and contributing in the same space, something that could never, ever happen in the “real” world. When you think about it, the concept is utterly brilliant—a narcissist’s dream.
And if I’m going to be completely honest, I have to confess that having a mini-newspaper containing headlines from all my friends makes it so much easier to stay connected. They post something, I respond; I post something, they send feedback. It’s all so much easier than trying to send emails to everyone, or to call everyone, or to count on actually leaving my house, my neighborhood, my city to see and talk to someone. Yucky but true–Facebook has its advantages…
But back to this blog for a minute… I did not begin this blog for an audience, per se. I did not begin writing to gather comments (although I very much like them) and I did not begin writing to “keep in touch” or anything else. I began this blog because I wanted to write about teaching, writing, knitting, teaching writing, and, increasingly, the gardens I enjoy as I run, and I didn’t want to worry about being pithy or witty or fabulous or anything else I’m not.
I’m not sure I know exactly what I’m trying to say here, other than that I miss blogging and I’m going to try to do more of it. I have a new job (that I love!); I’m part of a writing program (Dream. Come. True.); I’ve been running/walking a ton (I ran a half-marathon in May, it was freaking excellent and amazing, and I’m still addicted); almost every morning I see new beautiful flowers I want to write about (Datura is my new favorite—the aroma is lemony and spicy and fresh and they’re always blooming when I walk really early in the morning. Yes. I know they’re poisonous.); and I’m getting back into knitting after a long spell of being too busy.
So that’s the confession, I guess. I got a bit sucked in by Facebook and it’s been hurting my writing.
More to follow, I hope…