At the beginning of 2009, I decided to finally start a book blog. I had been no stranger to blogging, having done so for about 11 years by that point.Until then, however, I had mostly kept a very personal blog, writing grocery list type entries about the daily going ons of my life. Exciting, right? Not so much; especially when you’re an average gal and not some controversial socialite in a roaring metropolis.
That was never the point, though. Journaling had always been something I did for myself, stemming from my fear of never wanting to forget those little moments of life that ultimately fade away with time.
It wasn’t until 2007, after a move to Toronto, that I decided to start a blog with a little more focus: big city living.
Apparently, my attention span was about 3 seconds long at the time and it lasted one entry. Pathetic, right?
In 2008, I decided to try my hand at a fashion/bargain hunting blog, as well as a music/concert blog. Both lasted for about 9 entries combined. Having been able to write in a journal/blog daily for just about a decade, my inability to keep up with themed blogs was a touch out of character. I just didn’t seem to have enough to say about one topic. I suppose the 3 second attention span has something to do with that.
Finally, at the tail end of 2008, or maybe sometime in January 2009 after an introspective, drunken New Year’s Eve celebration no doubt, I realised that I was choosing topics that, sure, I had some sort of vague interest in, but wasn’t really in love with. Did I always love clothes? Only when they fit and hugged me with love rather than contempt. Did I always love concerts? Hardly. I hated crowds, rude, young folks because I’m practically 75, and wasting my time waiting around to go just a little bit more deaf, inching myself ever closer to that big hearing aid purchase.
Enter Book Bound, the only focus driven blog that lasted more than a handful of entries. Unfortunately, it, like the rest, eventually fell by the wayside, but only because I got sidetracked and, after too long of a lapse, felt painfully silly and awkward going back to it.
Regardless, Book Bound was more than just a book review blog. I felt book review sites to be too plentiful on the interweb and instead, opted to plainly talk about the books I was reading. I would highlight portions of books that stood out to me and discussed them at length, connecting them to personal situations or life moments at large. It gave me an outlet to talk about books as well as life, in a very round about way.
It went well for about six months. Then, I hopped on a plane, went to England where I was supposed to see one of those last Michael Jackson concerts ever (spoiler: I didn’t see the concert), and came home with one of the worst illnesses ever. Okay. Maybe not ever, but it was pretty awful for a few weeks.
I fell out of my routine and just like that, abandoned Book Bound. I’m sure it hates me by now and has resorted to a making a voo doo doll of yours truly. I guess that explains a lot of things…
HAVING SAID ALL THAT, here we go, starting fresh, with vicentinebooks. Every Wednesday I will either discuss what I’m reading, or what I’m doing in terms of the big, ol’ writing world. NaNoWriMo is less than half a month away and I have every intention to participate again this year, after a two year hiatus. It’s about time I fell back into all of this.
Sometimes, you just need some time to dust away the cobwebs, or clean up after some particularly messy metaphoric life and mental tornadoes. Those are always nasty, nasty storms, aren’t they?
