Back on December 8, I created a blog over at Blogger in order to write about getting my creative life in order. The holidays and all their attendant craziness came and went, and somewhere between December 8 and today I forgot the login details for that Blogger account. All attempts to log in and finally make a post failed.
So I said “Fuck this, there was only one entry anyway. I’ll just go start a new blog at WordPress.”
For the sake of posterity, here’s the text of that sad, lost, lonely post:
On my 40th birthday, I promised myself that before I turned 41 I would finally start doing something productive with my creative abilities, and that I would start putting my work out there in the public sphere so people can see, comment, admire, sneer at, or otherwise respond to it.
I don’t have to be making a living from my creativity by the time my next birthday rolls around, but I do have to stop procrastinating, making excuses, and otherwise fucking around and sabotaging myself. I have to stop thinking about making things and actually make things. And it doesn’t really matter what those things are just as long as they are things I thought up that didn’t exist before.
I turned 40 on June 11th, and for the past six months have continued in my accustomed pattern of not-doing. This shit has to stop at some point, so a couple of days ago I chose right now as the perfect time to make it stop. From now on, there is no reason why I can’t create–only excuses.
Okay. It’s a new year and a new blog. Time to get this thing started.
