I have been blogging heavily three years straight. That’s a pretty damn long for a hobby and it doesn’t seem to be stopped any time soon. Blogging is fun and keeping me active. I want to write anything that comes to mind at the time. My ideas come mostly when I drive long hours alone. I want to think about something to keep me awake and help pass the time. I have done this many times in the past. Even when I wasn’t licensed to drive yet, I would sit in the backseat, stare out the window, and create some stories in my head. I did it during classes as well. I didn’t understand what my teacher said so I zoned out and lived in my fantasy inside my head.
The only different now is that I could write it down to my imaginary readers. Sort of like what Charles Mingus did in Mingus Presents Mingus. Before he began a piece, recorded in a studio, he would asked his imaginary audience not to clap, not to use the restroom during the performance, not to get a drink (no cash register ringing) because his band would be interrupted by the noise. For a while I was interrupted by the noise. I also tried to cater my topics to stir up the noise. I felt like I had to live up to the noise. I constantly had to deal with the noise. I shouldn’t have allowed the noise to impact me. I shouldn’t have invited the noise in the first place. Not everything was noise though.
Now all I have to do is imagining that I have a big audience flocking to the site everyday to read my blog. I just put up whatever topic I feel like fluffing. I don’t know why I am doing it, but I am enjoying it. In the near future, I might have to let this go and focus my attention on my little family. That day isn’t too far away at all. Will see how much it will affect this little online world of mine.