I’ ve finally decided to start a blog.
It’s not that I’ve never been doing the “predecessor” of blogging; I’ve always kept diaries or odd notes & wrote letters (and then later on, emails) to friends that are sometimes infused with daily minutiae.
Writing is of course cathartic, and writing to friends has the added element of sharing & exchange.
But mostly for me, the fun in writing really is the experience of reading it back months or even years later on. The words that are set in ink, or in type, preserves snapshots of all-too-often fleeting thoughts. Just as a photograph serves to preserve memory of a sight, event or person, a piece of writing serves to preserve memory of observations, reflections or even revelations.
The reason for a blog, as I explained it to my flatmate, was because even though I do write & record, I hardly do them in an organised way: many notebooks have been used but never finished as I’d misplace a notebook at some point and had to start on a fresh one, just to find the older one later on; but because I’ve started a fresh one, I wouldn’t go back to writing on the older one until I misplace the newer one; by then there would be no chronological record whatsoever. E-entries are also lost in the array of folders that have been left disorganised and somewhat forgotten for years.
“Ah so you decide to put it all in one central location? On a blog?” asked my flatmate, as he stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
“Yeah,” I said. I mean, it’s brilliant isn’t it? And I’m told it’s easy to use (even for a late bloomer like me, who only discovered google in 2002). And I can access it from anywhere as long as there’s connectivity.
Flatmate nodded in earnest amidst the brushing. Gargle. Spit. Wipe mouth. Then he said,
“Of course, the worst thing that could happen is if you forget your username and password.”
I haven’t thought of THAT.
Well, the only way to make sure that I won’t forget is to use it often.
Here’s to a start.