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My Final Blog on WordPress

I’ve been writing blogs for over five years now.

My first blogs were on MySpace.

MySpace for crying out loud!

Writing blogs has been a help for me. It gave me an outlet, a voice to talk about my thoughts, opinions, stuff I liked, stuff I hated, and a bunch of stuff in-between.

I quit for a short time, and it was actually kinda nice. But for some reason, I came back, thinking I had more to say. And I do have lots to say, but is should be through my prose, my fiction (or super fiction, as I call it).

So, I’ve decided, again, that this will be my last weekly blog on WordPress.

Period

End of line.

 

One reason I’ll be shutting down this site is that my blogging is that it doesn’t feel like it is doing anything constructive. I knew these blogs weren’t going to change the world or anything like that. They have helped me with my writing skills. But in recent years, I have begun to notice the pointless negativity, pettiness, and unpleasantness that has become social media.

I wrote a blog touching on this, about how people take it personally when you have an opposing opinion, or you say something fairly innocuous, but they take it as an attack on them, or as someone once said “it invalidates my opinion”. Great line from a psychology book, but kinda fulla shit, especially if one comment by one person can affect your thoughts and opinions so harshly. We don’t all think alike. I have an opinion/ thought/comment, you have another. It doesn’t invalidate anything. It’s just different, or even worse, just a stupid comment!

It is these kind of things that have started to bug me. But if you try to talk to people about it, IE: an actual conversation, it usually reverts to a clash of opinions or some smart-ass  totally ignoring your thoughts so that they can post something they think is clever. It has been my experience, long before social media came along, that an open conversation, two-way conversation, with open-minded people, involves actually listening to the other person, not just repeating the same shit you said before in different ways. You may as well be talking to a wall.

Thankfully, the people who have commented on my blogs have been thoughtful and open-minded. Hopefully, I have responded similarly. But it is the mentality that has made me realize that, besides the people who actually follow my blog, and read, and even comment on them, for everyone else, I’m just talking to myself. It is the same thing with social media. It is becoming tiresome. The novelty of it may finally be wearing off. It is a tool to make connections, talk about what you are working on, and sharing something with friends. But otherwise, it is a place for people of all stripes to bash others and say terrible things about anyone opposing them. As much as I need to use social media, I’m becoming less and less of a fan.

The other reason, the one that is more important, is that I want to turn my attention to writing what I should be working on, the Infinatum. Earlier this week, I realized that most of my blogs were about 1000 words long. Probably too long for a blog, in hindsight, but I realized that those 1000 words should be put towards my stories. Sure some of my blogs are timely, or talk about current events or subjects that I think need mentioning. But sometimes, it would feel like I was just phoning it in. And if you heart isn’t in it, then you probably shouldn’t do it.

Also, I have a lot I want to write, and it seems I create more and more to write. I recently created a band of pan-dimensional pirates and expanded some Victorian Age heroes, both of which I hope to have appear in one of the many books of the Infinatum I have yet to start writing. Honestly, if I don’t starting writing them, I may never get them finished. And I truly want to write them. I have no idea if they’ll be good, or even published, but this is what I was always doing, from when I was a kid, to the present day. Making up characters and stories. But now, I have a little more knowledge and, hopefully, skill to do so.

Finally, part of using social media is to network, something I haven’t been doing as much or as well, as I should. If I am ever to do something with all that I’ve created, I need to put up or shut up. I need to do more to put what I’m working on out there, as well as meet others that are in the same boat, or like-minded folks to have one of those actual conversations with.

I am going to shut down this blog completely. But I’m going to go through the blogs I have posted and re-post them on my Facebook page. So for now, my blog page on WordPress will remain, I just won’t be posting new blogs on here. However, I may post blogs on my Facebook page. You can click the link below to go there…

https://www.facebook.com/Infinatum/

There are other links on my blog page to my other social media presence. So feel free to drop by there.

 

I sincerely want to thank all the people who subscribed to my blog, those who read it semi-regularly, and those who have commented on my blogs. I have been grateful for every visit, view and comment. Hopefully, if you like what I’ve written here, you’ll support my endeavour to make my novel “The Black Wave Event”, my shorts “Pry” and “Irregulars: Origin of the Species” published works.

Thanks for the you time, and as always…

Stay Tuned.

🙂

Small Motivational Mnemonic

Motivation can be everything.

It can get you up in the morning. Remind you why you do whatever it is you do. Make that thing you do worthwhile. Give you that spark, that drive, to complete things, to do something well instead of half-assed.

But sometimes, motivation can be hard to muster. Sometimes you do silly things like ask “Why am I doing this?” or “Is this all worthwhile?”, or my personal favourite, “Will any of this amount to anything? Will I?”

I don’t know if these are questions just writers ask themselves, or is it other artsy people, or everyone in general?

I suspect everyone, at some point in their lives, asks themselves these questions, circling around the bigger life questions like “Why am I here?” and all that. But I think I’ll just focus on the seemingly simpler one, “Why am I doing this?”

The “This” in question for me is writing. I may not have always been a “writer” per se, but I have been a storyteller. I have created characters, worlds, mythologies, and all the things you need to make a writer. It has only been the past 16 years or so that I have come to my senses and realized there was a specific outlet for all these whacky things I was thinking up. Over the years, I have also written and blogged about my ups and downs as a writer, from the frustration to the successes.

In the past few years, I’ve had a little more chaos and disappointing revelations than I would have liked. With a little more on the horizon, this question returns to me, like a boomerang I keep trying to get rid of. “Why am I doing this?” “Will any of this amount to anything?”

The easy, gung-ho answers would be “Because I love it!” and “Who cares!”

I do love writing and creating. They may be the only two things I’m actually decent enough at to get noticed. I have also written for myself, for my own enjoyment. In my opinion, if you write what you enjoy, it comes through in the writing and others will see it and either enjoy it or not. George Lucas or the Wachowskis, they didn’t write the biggest things they are known for to make others happy. I’m sure many other writers are of the same mind-set. They write what they enjoy and the passion and skill of doing so makes their works that much better.

So why am I asking myself these questions? I could blame the lack of support from many of those closest to me. Their indifference stemming from a lack of understanding, or a lack of willingness to understand. I could blame bad habits, or lack of discipline when indulging in my addiction and what should be a pastime and not a full-time. But the truth of it is, I have only myself to blame.

The support I would like from family and some friends may never come. Thankfully, I have some good friends who have always supported me. Laziness and procrastination are two big factors in feeding my bad habits, and allowing my negativity about others things that bug me (as written about in other blogs). IE: If I’ve had a crappy day at work, when I get home, I allow myself to wallow in that negativity. Which brings me to indulging in my addiction, junk food, and my favourite pastime, watching movies. Both have gone hand-in-hand for decades. It’s like when a friend told me they had a hard time separating drinking from smoking cigarettes. I won’t go into the personal crap around me, because everyone has personal crap.

The reason I’m asking myself these questions, is because I need to remind myself why it is I want to do this, and what it will take to do it. I think there are times in our lives where we all have to remind ourselves why it is we do what we love, to remind ourselves that, whether or not it amounts to anything, that we remember we accomplished something.

I have accomplished quite a bit. But the next step, if I’m brave enough, if I have the discipline, will help define whether I am truly meant for this. Whether I truly have the talent, skills, and right to actually call myself a “writer”. Whether someday, I can attain the privilege and honour from others to consider me an “author”.

But it isn’t just the discipline, hard-work and dedication that is needed. Hope is needed to. The ability to dream, to imagine, that all of what I want can be accomplished. That everything I need to achieve my goals is available to me. I just need to gather them, use them, and get what I want. I need to shed what holds me back, the bad habits, the negative thinking, and seeking approval from those who don’t give a shit. It won’t be easy, and there will be missteps. But every small victory leads to more.

Like I said at the beginning, motivation can be everything. Without it we can falter, question ourselves, and question our choices.

It is in times like that, we need to remind ourselves what our motivation is.

Sometimes, we just have to write it out.

 

“Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it, that does all of these things? Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us? And who holds the key that can set us free… It’s you.

You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!”

  • Sweet Pea, from “Suckerpunch”
Chapter TK

Question Everything

AROUND and ABOUT

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Kate Heartfield

writer and editor

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