2018… Not so Great for Writing

Like riding my Harley-Davidson, 2018 was not a great year for writing. Like this year, I started 2018 with a series of plans and goals for writing, and the best intentions for working to complete and reach them. As it turns out, I did very little writing here last year.

And, 2019 has started out worse. My first goal for 2019 was to write my first post on January 1st, and then write at least one post each day, every day, for the whole year. Since this is my first post of 2019, that has obviously not worked out.

I hope to change that with this post. I have simplified my plans, but raised my goals, for 2019. From here on out, I am going to write at least one article here every day, even if it is just my end-of-day public journal entry. I am going to achieve this by not trying to plan what I am going to write on any given day. I will continue to start blank drafts with titles when I have an idea but do not have the time to write, and will come back to them when it seems right. I will write about whatever is on my mind at the moment, or a topic I have been spending a lot of time thinking about recently. Or, if I am not in the mood for non-fiction, I will write some short fiction. And, who knows, maybe I will get back into Haiku.

I understand re-reading, editing, and re-writing, is a big part of published written work. However, I do not plan on spending a lot of time on any of the above at this blog. This is not a novel, or a commercial piece for a publication. This is my house. Here, I write from the head and the heart at about 135 words per minute. I re-read to make sure what I have written conveys what I want to convey, and to proofread for grammar and spelling. I am not going to spend much time, if any, editing. Once an article has been written, I am going to publish it quickly to avoid the traps of editing, censorship, and publishing procrastination. Keep this in mind, if you plan on becoming a regular reader.

Besides trying my hand at some fiction, I have a lot to write about in 2019 already. Work. Facebook. Country Life. Family. Mom. Especially Mom. I look forward to sharing thoughts about, and memories with, Mom. Before I go there though, I have a message or two on my mind and in my heart on the subject of Mom that I need to unload before I can move on to remembering the good times. Which brings me to another point.

I will do my best to keep my written word free of vulgarity and offensive language (profanity.) I feel I must point out that “vulgar” and “offensive” mean different things to different people. What I find profane, you may find acceptable, and vice versa. I am positive this will be a topic I will return to time and time again in the future. I am not a fan of censorship, and choosing language and vocabulary based on the personal feelings of the reader is censorship. Ultimately I will write what I want to write, how I want to write it. I will say what I want to say, how I want to say it. I will make no apologies. And, I will make mistakes. I will say things I will regret. I will write and publish things, and I will come back to them later and say “I wish I hadn’t written that,” or “that could have been said better,” and that is called growth. I will write. I will learn. I will grow.

And, while I will try to keep my readers in mind when choosing from my vocabulary, I will not censor subject matter. I will write about any topic I choose at any given moment.

Some of what I write is going to piss some people off. There is no way around it. Well, actually, there is, but I am very tired of playing that game. My Mom is gone, folks. I no longer have the responsibility of protecting her from my honest thoughts and feelings. That means I do not have to worry about publishing something here that would break my Mom’s heart and have it get back to her by word of mouth. I do not have anyone else in my life that I feel requires that protection. Those around me that believe they require, or prefer, or want, that protection have not earned it, and have benefited from it in the past only because of my Mom. That means the gloves are off. If you are not used to hearing the truth about how I feel and how I think, some things may shock you, and some may just flat out make you mad. Again, no apologies from me.

This is my site. These are my words, you are not required to read them.

I have gone a little dark here, and that is not where I wanted to go. So, I am going to wrap this one up, and thank you for visiting and reading. It is not going to be all doom, gloom, and anger. There will be some of that, but if you know me, you know I am always looking for the sun on my shoulders and the wind in my face… and DOGS!

Happy New Year, and thanks for reading.

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