Pic of the day: William Turner; Fishermen at Sea (1796)
How can I tell that the past isn’t a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?
Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the end of the Universe
It felt kind of odd at first. The first day I didn’t write just felt kind of … off. The second day was less odd, as things were a fair bit busier and I really did not have all that much of a chance to write. But the longer I went the easier it was to not write. But it felt wrong to not write, so I started writing, rather furtively in a notebook that I carry with me, just in case. Just in case I am hit with an idea that I think is worth writing down.
The first writing I did was autobiographical, basically me bitching about being poor. That is not new territory for me by any stretch of the imagination. But the old territory was fertile ground for writing. Pounded out 3 pages worth of writing in about 20 minutes. I gotta tell you that felt good. Writing is something that comes easy to me. Good writing? That I can’t speak to. But it also pointed to something that bothered me.
My writing here. I’d been ignoring it. And a reason to stop story writing here, to stop the short story writing I had been doing here, popped into my head and would not go away. I have another wordpress site, one that I have not used for nearly 2 years. I started that one with my wife as an avenue for the two of us to write together. She immediately became extremely busy, and I focused all my writing energies here and the thing went by the wayside.
So my story writing days here are finished. The story writing will continue, just not here.
I think its time to take that one back up and begin using it again. This page, when first started writing here thousands of years ago, way back in 2007 was as an avenue for news writing and political commentary. The page name may be “mikeytherhino.wordpress.com“, but the initial title was “Mike The Rhino’s Great American Rantfest” and it was meant initially to vent my spleen about all things political. And I want to get back to that, because I did some of my most beautifully vitriolic and impassioned writing while railing against the system. It was only later that I even attempted to become anything of a serious story writer.
Things change, and I am not saying I regret any of the writing I’ve done here. I just think that it is time to separate the two. I’m going to start doing my short story writing on the other site, over at writeisland.wordpress.com. I haven’t written there since june of 2011. I’ll be starting up some fresh stories there soon.
And with that I am calling it a night here. I am going to go work on character development for future stories for stuff on write island, but before I do that I am going to re-boot this page, change things up a great deal here.
Hope you like the new page and the new focus.
That’s it from here, America. G’night.