As I was scrolling through my stats today I noticed that I had written 99 posts on this blog, making this my 100th post. I wanted to make it something special and I thought it might be interesting to share ways in which my life has changed as a result of blogging.
It has been almost two months since I wrote my last blog post. In all honestly, I’m knee deep in napping, reading books I’ve always wanted to read and watching all kinds of TV shows that this blog, and my writing in general, has taken a backseat to those more seemingly important tasks. In one of my last posts I stated that I was going to attempt to write every day for the month of August. Yet here it is October and none of that happened. Hell, I didn’t even make it to the fifth day. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Exactly. I had a client mention to me that I often post things I’m going to do on my blog but I have very little follow through. This observation got me wondering…
On July 28th 2008, almost seven years to the day, I started my very first blog which I titled Suicide Birds and Seahorses. I still like that title and it actually has relevance to me seven years later. A lot has changed since I wrote those first words. In fact, at the time, I had no idea what blogging really was or the impact that it could have on others or myself. Since then I’ve had several different blogs, a website and written a book. It’s been a long road and like I said in that very first post, quoting Thelma and Louise, I just can’t go back. Although at my core I’m essentially the same person inside, a lot has changed and I’m not the same person today. That’s a good thing, but it also means that an era of my life has faded away.
The last few weeks I’ve really been stuck while trying to figure out what to write on this blog. I’m currently working on my next novel due out next spring, which might be part of it, but the reality is that I’ve always been able to multitask and I don’t believe my not being able to come up with post topics has anything to do with my book. I started looking back through the past few posts I’ve written and noticed a theme; in some way they were all marketing tactics to sell my book. Even though I wasn’t even completely aware that this was what I was doing, I was instantly disgusted. I’ve never believed in overt marketing and believe that anything worthy will sell itself. I thought maybe I should look back over my past two blogs and my original blog Suicide Birds and Seahorses.
Last month, I attempted to blog every day per several monthly “blog challenges” I had found, but grew tired of some of the questions, so fell sort of my goal. In anticipation of my book release for The Before Now and After Then on 7/29, I wanted to do blog daily about something dear to my heart; books! I found this really cool 30 Day Book Blogging Challenge and will be blogging the response for each day, as well as additional blog, so stay tuned to learn about my favorite books of all time!
I obsessively download music. I was raised on music…good music. Both of my parents constantly had music playing in the background, whether on 8 tracks, cassette tapes or vinyl. My dad would drive us on our weekend trips to Michigan with Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, ZZ Top and Harry Chapin blasting form the speakers. My mom spun vinyl tapestries of Led Zepplin, the Grateful Dead, Judy Collins, Bob Dylan, Arlo Guthrie, Neil Young and Joni Mitchell. As she got older, my mom fell in love with bands like Garbage and played reggae constantly in her car. My youth was filled with a soundtrack of music, which is probably why I’m so constantly in tune with having music in my life today.
I think it’s appropriate that on Throwback Thursday I’m writing about 11 things I would tell my 16 year old self. It’s actually something I’ve thought a lot about in the past, and especially lately as I’ve been writing my book The Before Now and After Then, which is about a 17 year old, who resembles me in many ways. I’m not sure we change much as we age. My mom once told me, “You never really feel different after age 18. Your hands begin to look older, you become more concerned with worldly issues and you have more life experiences, but the core of who you are never really changes.” I believe this to be true.