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imperfect ten

i'm starting this post with no real idea where it's going to go, or why it's here, but i couldn't very well let this day go without saying a little something.

what day you ask?

this day!


that poor bedraggled soul is indeed me, exactly how i looked ten years ago today when i returned home from a shopping expedition where i was nearly struck by lightning and washed away with the toronto tide, toweled myself off and thought: "yes, today will be the day that i start a blog".

and so it was.

many things have changed since that day. i live in a different city. i've said goodbye to the three cats who welcomed their soggy mother home on that day. i've welcomed five new ones who fulfill all of my maternal instincts and do not expect me to send them to university or bail them out on weekends. i've become a lot more conscious about health. i've connected with a lot of people in a lot of different areas of the world, who have enriched my life a great deal. most importantly, i met dom and it's because of him that i've been able to do a lot of other things. it's with his support and encouragement that i've been able to:

  • publish an anthology of short stories
  • write a film script
  • make a feature film from that script
  • make my own short films
  • start my own company
  • publish a first novel [with the aforementioned film script]

... and to prepare for more in the future.

when i started off, i was doing a lot of very short posts, very often. if i were starting such a thing now, it would likely go on tumblr, where brief, cryptic little epistles seem the norm.

if i'd been more confident going into the blog project, i would have started podcasting. given my somewhat lengthy spell in radio, i'm a little surprised that i didn't go with that angle, but writing has always been my go-to

if i were more serious about this, i'd move it off blogger and find a way to monetize, assuming that there were people who wanted to support a site about politics, beauty, paranoia, soccer, mental health, dreams, extremely weird music, movies, restaurants, insomnia and the process of writing, with a liberal smattering of fiction just to round things off. that's not all, of course, because there's lots of things that have shown up here but not become regular features. and there will be others.

borrowed with utmost reverence from the brilliant david firth's "salad fingers"

my efforts on the blog flagged for a few years, as i tried to adjust to the realities of social media encroaching on what i'd started doing. then i changed how i thought about things and started doing things like publishing bits of my writing, in various states of readiness, writing longer posts and establishing "subgroups" for topics that i wanted to return to again and again.

i'm always fascinated to see who ends up here and how they end up here and what posts get the greatest response. one of the things that makes me the happiest is that some of the posts that get the most views and reaction are ones that are longer than most experts would advise. what do they know?

i have, of course, thought about moving more like space off blogspot and into its own domain. i'm sure it'll happen eventually, i just haven't been able to make it a priority to this point. as you can see, i'm in this for the long haul.


in the hopes that it inspires some of you to do something that makes you as happy as doing this has made me, here's the complete list of things i've learned about writing a blog:

  • it's old-fashioned at this point and no one reads them. so you don't exist.
  • you have to pick one topic and stick to it, or else werewolves from another dimension will come and eat your soul. 
  • no one reads long blog posts, except when they do. 
  • you will feel the pain of every typo you catch on your blog until your dying breath, but you will still fail to catch them. 
  • even when you think people aren't listening or reading, they are.
  • if someone implies that if you were "serious" about writing, you'd be a professional journalist and not a blogger, feel free to remind them that fox news are professional journalists. also, feel free to smack them hard enough to knock them into this century. 
  • read up on the "rules" of writing for the internet audience. learn why those are the rules. then break them. make rules for yourself. break those too. break everything. then put it back together. 

tomorrow is the beginning of a new decade here on more like space, but chances are it's just going to be more business as usual. usual for here. for me. for us.

Comments

SoSuSam said…
Congratulations on 10 years! I've only been stopping by for the last couple of them, but I've enjoyed every lengthy post and bit of fiction you've cared to share. Thanks for opening up your mind to the interwebs. Here's to another 10!
Cheers,
Sam
Kate MacDonald said…
Thanks so much, Sam! I'm happy to know that you've enjoyed what you've seen and, yes, I do plan on providing more. I never run out of things to say, apparently :-P

as long as you're here, why not read more?

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