A year ago, I wrote a long post about making an atlatl. Time to re-assess the project.
I started this blog in part (ok, mostly) because I thought I would force myself to write on a regular basis in an effort to get better at writing without over-thinking, over-editing, over-revising. I wanted to write things that were un-precious, things that would be utterly ignored, but that I could find easily enough. I've clearly satisfied the "ignored" part. I've had 249 views and exactly zero comments on 3 posts, which is more page views than I expected and as many comments as I care to read. Even I ignored it. That's obvious from the fact that I managed exactly one more post last year, in September.
I don't really care about the rest of you. There are millions of bloggers out there who are more diligent and interesting than me. But I'm a little disappointed in myself for not keeping up the exercise.
One thing that's interesting about this little experiment: a year later, I find that I don't hate my writing as much as I thought I would. That's never happened before. Another thing that's happened: the world is in a lot worse shape than it was a year ago this time. In fact, I'd go so far as to say it's an enormous mess. No news there.
I started this blog in part (ok, mostly) because I thought I would force myself to write on a regular basis in an effort to get better at writing without over-thinking, over-editing, over-revising. I wanted to write things that were un-precious, things that would be utterly ignored, but that I could find easily enough. I've clearly satisfied the "ignored" part. I've had 249 views and exactly zero comments on 3 posts, which is more page views than I expected and as many comments as I care to read. Even I ignored it. That's obvious from the fact that I managed exactly one more post last year, in September.
I don't really care about the rest of you. There are millions of bloggers out there who are more diligent and interesting than me. But I'm a little disappointed in myself for not keeping up the exercise.
One thing that's interesting about this little experiment: a year later, I find that I don't hate my writing as much as I thought I would. That's never happened before. Another thing that's happened: the world is in a lot worse shape than it was a year ago this time. In fact, I'd go so far as to say it's an enormous mess. No news there.
