As some of you may have noticed, I haven’t been blogging for about a year, maybe more. Much of this has to do with the fact I started college last fall. What with meeting new people, getting acquainted with a new environment, being totally & utterly swamped with work, joining clubs, etc. etc., I’ve unfortunately had little to no time left for non-academic writing.

Something else, though, that’s prevented me from blogging was that I felt I didn’t know where the blog was going. I didn’t have a clear direction for it and felt trapped by the history of my previous posts. So now I’m going to start over, wipe the slate clean, and try to reorient myself.

The first question I asked myself when I thought about whether or not I should attempt to revive this blog or simply allow it to wither up and die was this: What do I get out of writing a blog that I don’t get out of any other kind of writing? I’ve been writing a diary since I was about six, and fiction & poetry for slightly less than that. I’ve written articles, film/book/art/music reviews for the school paper, personal essays, you name it. So why a blog, then? Why do I keep attempting, over and over again, with this unwieldy thing? I’m sure there are so many other ways one would rather spend one’s time — binge-watching the latest season of God-knows-what, napping, actually stepping out of one’s door? And the answer I’ve come to is that unlike with other kinds of writing, you don’t have to stick to a certain structure or force yourself to appeal to a target audience if you don’t want to. You don’t have jump through hoops and over red tape in order to get your writing out into the world. There’s something very liberating in that.

So, in the spirit of bloggerly liberation, here goes… something?