Most of the posts on this blog aren’t very good. I don’t say that to put myself down, and if your opinion is different that’s (obviously) fine by me. The thing is, I’m totally fine with it, because the purpose of this blog—the one you’re reading right now—is simply to post every day.
I think of this blog not as some repository of great writing, but as a very public scratchpad. A place to capture thoughts, opinions and little vignettes of personal life. Really, I think of it as a place to plant seeds, but I don’t require that those seeds grow into much—not here at least.
There are things I’ve written about that I’d almost forgotten, and certainly would have if I didn’t write them down. Sometimes that matters, and sometimes it absolutely doesn’t. I’ll be glad to relive happy memories down the line. I’ll be happy to forget silly opinions.
Some of the seeds I’ve planted so far I hope to grow into essays, short stories, and maybe even a book some day. I want to push them around the page and dig into my memory a bit more and (when the story warrants it) make a few things up—because the truth shouldn’t ruin a good story.
I’ll note a few of the posts that I could imagine growing into something else below. I’m doing this right now, right after I type these words, so my opinion could change tomorrow. Today though, right now, these are a few of the posts that make me feel a little something.