So, I’m sitting down about a month ago, thinking of a lot of non-bloggy things: Christmas presents, the menu for our annual Christmas party, the relative lack of shrill, bleating demands to “put the Christ back in Christmas,” the inconsistent play of the Pittsburgh Steelers, and all the projects I didn’t get done this last year that I really, truly, honestly wanted to finish.
And then I thought: this was supposed to be a writing blog. A writing blog with a lot of poetry in it. A lot of bad old poetry I’d post for fun, and a considerable volume of new poetry I’d be inspired to write just by forcing myself to think about writing and poetry outside the context of my ongoing novel project.
I bring this up every once in a while and don’t really do anything about it, which pretty much shows how much it matters. I like that Old Road Apples did not become the earnest depository for my pseudo-literary scribbles. It’s much more fun as a combination bar stool/soap box/subway platform–and I’m more comfortable as a living, breathing mash-up of blowhard/busker/rabble rouser/feature writer/pornographer/doggerel-monger/wolf-crier/journalist/drunk-guy-slumped-over-the-bar.
I imagined a satisfying blog would have a little dignity. I was wrong, at least in this case. I feel like I’ve succeeded in part by not really thinking about dignity–or, perhaps more prescisely, pretense–at all.
In trying to think of an apt metaphor for what I feel like my blog has become, the thing that imbeds itself in my head is a cafeteria table. Specifically, a high school cafeteria table at which I sit down with friends, some of whom I’ve known a while, others who ended up with me because of the fortunes and misfortunes of a class schedule. (One of the big items for discussion among my children and their friends each summer when class schedules are mailed out is: “what lunch period are you eating, who else is eating at my lunch?” ) As for the actual blogging, it’s a lot like the conversations at those tables–especially since the kids, banned from their seductive devices, are forced by circumstance to interact on a personal level. My posts, by and large, are along the lines of “hey, did you hear this?” , “check this out!”.
All in all, I could have done worse.
How has your blog turned out differently than you expected?