Dusting Off The (Web) Pages
In 2011, I lost the digital equivalent of a kindergartner.
It was January, and I had just received an apologetic email from a support team member of the popular blogging platform I had been treating as my catch-all scrapbook for the last several years:
"I'm deeply sorry, but we can’t restore deleted drafts, posts, messages, blogs, or accounts."
It turns out the support team had misconstrued my request to delete the secondary blog I no longer needed, instead deleting my entire account and the several thousand posts I had created on it. I still haven't put to rest my suspicions that those posts can indeed be recovered, but the fact was, I lost nothing important.
CTECs, the blog I named after my alma mater's course and teacher ratings system, was little more than a masterfully curated collection of snippets from the inane GChats I relished with gusto during my lectures; it was also punctured with the odd post about writing papers on Reconstruction-Era America while drunk at the local café, or my grand plans to eat a falafel while lying down.
Which brings me to a confession: I have no idea how to blog anymore.
It's symptomatic of a larger problem with life as a writer: When writing becomes synonymous with paying the bills, it's very easy to lose the feeling of unadulterated pleasure that comes from keeping some sentences for yourself.
So where to begin relearning how to write for myself? I've only just begun to figure out the answer to that question. I'd love suggestions or links to the resources and bloggers you find helpful, provoking, and entertaining. (And places to find great GIFs. Give me all the GIFs.)
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