For the past two months I have been craving expression, but have not had a medium for it. No doubt my imminent need to express is a product of my existential struggles life has gifted to me this month, but I've also been thinking about this blog idea for months. This medium may satisfy my need to share and maybe I will also get better with my writing. I am too lenient when I journal and allow for shortcuts: forget punctuation, brush over details, use nicknames and generalities. However, when I write with the intent of sharing it, I care more about punctuation, fluidity, and structure.
There's one small problem; I have not told anyone about my blog and have set it to private. I have a need to express, but not a need to be judged and we all know that we all judge. I feel very self conscious and vulnerable, why on earth would I share this? Besides, who really wants to read this crap anyway? Really. Why would someone read this? Voyeurism? I've only read a few blogs, but I've known the author or the blog is about a subject matter of interest to me. This is just mental masturbation; a practice in discipline and commitment.
I read today on another website that creativity comes in 90 minute increments and so we have to commit the possibility of creativity for at least 90 minutes. In other words, sit in front of the computer, canvas, or camera for 90 minutes before you give up on the task. I'm going to try this with my writing and my camera and see where it gets me. Maybe I'll get to the point of sharing this stuff.
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