Early thoughts:
Through my decades, I’ve learned that starting is difficult, but creating a lasting habit is an endurance race with no similarity to that start. I’ve monetized my Medium postings, and before the end of the year, I’ll be dropping YouTube video posts and working toward the magical monetizing goals. My Substack is down the road—if it manages to survive—so developing a newsletter is medium-term. The missing element has been blogging.
I think Medium can be a good blogging platform. Still, for me, it’s a better place to post articles – researched and edited – including but not limited to personal essays and fiction. I’m sure there are opposing views, but it’s my position for now.
What’s missing is a blog – somewhere I can jot out my thoughts, do some basic editing, and pour the mix on the page. I’m constitutionally unable to just spill words out. I think that’s why I have problems with TikTok. There is a shared expression grammar, and I’m not part of it. That’s okay. I had my time of personal relevance in the late seventies and eighties.
All that is to say, this is another quick post as I find a WordPress template I can live with and one that doesn’t demand too much of my time making it functional. (I have some YouTube videos to watch at this point before I can declare myself functional)
So here I am, working toward new goals that are really just old goals that evolved for this part of my life. I’m getting old, and where every other age was a time I knew had an ending and new beginning, now I’m looking at my last age. I won’t get younger. Entropy is having its way with me. My brain still works. So now is the time to start what I should have started long ago.
Thanks for checking this blog out amid the billions of blogs out there. If you find even a minute amount of experiences to make common cause with me, I invite you to follow me. Check out my Medium writing at https://medium.com/@johnherrin/ and follow me there, too.
Starting is critical to finish my thoughts from above, but I must do this daily. Each day I miss means it’s a bit harder for me to get moving. When I do, I’m distracted and end up spending days…weeks even…meddling in the underworks when I really want to write.
It’s writing. I can’t state it any easier.
/JH
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