A Little Background Info

So I decided to start a new series called, The Wander Years, where I'll go back and blog about old school memories that have stuck with me during my life. Sounds real exciting, doesn't it?

But first, I want to jot down a little background info on how I started blogging. After all, this huge audience I've garnered is hanging on my every post....shaaahh... Seriously, I think my profile has been viewed 56 times, and I know I must have viewed it at least 52 of those 56 times (while updating the blog). Perhaps that's why I like this new exercise--Blogging. It's like shouting out into the great beyond. Ranting and raving, or just whispering at an open field with little chance of being heard by anyone. But there's still the possibility (risk?) that someone will hear you!

Before Qiuvo, I had never blogged before. In fact, I wasn't doing much writing when I started this blog--with the exception of business writing at work (reports, manuals, lengthy emails, etc). I've written short stories, poems, a couple of unfinished novels and a bunch of ideas, but I had not been working on any of this for 5, 10 years? My goodness, has it been that long? And then one day, I was looking up my past schools on the web, when I came across a short obituary for my old Jr. High Principal. I searched for more info, and finally found a nice article that was written about him by the local paper. The search also landed me on the website of one of his children, who happened to go to the same Jr. High around the same time. It was a blog, and I dug the concept. Yeah, yeah, I'd heard of blogging before, I wasn't living under a rock. It's just that you get so wrapped up in life sometimes--mostly mundane bullshit, if you really break it down. So there I was, trapped in the mundane, not having written anything meaningful in ages, when I thought, What the hell?

The funny thing is, after I started blogging, I started waking up my dormant desire to write stories. All of a sudden, I pulled out old manuscripts out of a large plastic bin in the closet. I reacquainted myself with some of my works. I thought, Some of this stuff isn't half bad...if only... And I would blog again, and I would go back to my old stuff once more. Until finally, I began working on an unfinished story. A paragraph here, a couple of words there. If lucky, a full page in one day. I realized that I could do this, lack of time and all. Mundane bullshit and all.

I have to be honest, my writing right now is not at the same level as before. My mind has felt like I've been clearing an attic full of cobwebs, or like I'm rehabbing a muscle after a long period of apathy and inactivity. But it's slowly coming back to me. Blogging has helped. The writing can be sloppy and unspectacular, and so what? The important thing is that a process is taking place, and in that process, I'm discovering and re-learning many things about myself, and of course, I'm writing.

Until next time...