In which I’m not sure why I type a few hundred words a day.
When I started this blog, and the one that came before it, it was because I was looking for inspiration, although I still don’t know what I want to be inspired to do. Initially I started writing these posts for two main reasons:
- To vent some of the pressure and anger I was feeling,
- Something to do
My previous attempt to start a blog seemed to sway more to 1 than 2 and became more of a chore than enjoyment, and I don’t enjoy chores (seriously – I need to really do some vacuuming at home). Most of us will only have 36 million minutes on this planet so even to waste 60 of them each night not having fun seems a bit of a waste. It also seems to be a bit foolish to spend my time ranting to the environs of the internet rather than actually trying to resolve the problems in reality.
Yet, I still want to do this.
Continue reading “I write because…”
In which I can draw a line under my blog’s “To Do” list
There are times when I start a project and I think it is not going to take that long to do. I will make a start and then it starts to drag and drag and eventually it becomes a chore I never seem to complete. I have to force myself to complete it.
Generally this applies to housework and any DIY, but today I have completed the mammoth task I began at the beginning of the year. I have finally completed the overhaul and update of my site.
Continue reading “I’ve finished updating”
In which I’m not as angry as I used to be.
Once upon a time there was a little blog, and this blog was very angry. It was so angry that it rapidly burnt out under its own rage. That site was my first foray into blogging five years ago and was known as “Angry Fairy Tales”.
It was an attempt to write my way out of some terrible times and consisted of me ranting about “Princesses” and the way they treat men. Now that I have my own “Commoner” (for Mrs G is not, and has never been a princess) I look back on those posts with some embarrassment and bemusement at how angry I was. Yet, I was glad I started.
It was the beginning of a healing process that led to me meeting my wife (whose first knowledge of me was from reading Geek Ergo Sum) and allowed me to develop this little hobby of mine from something purely therapeutic into one that I enjoy and let’s me utilise my creative side.
So, for the first time in five years, the first ever blog post I wrote.
Continue reading “Angry Fairy Tales”
In which I CSS the hell of my site-header.
If a blog should be in a constant state of change to grow and survive then mine is like Japanese Knotweed. Since I first started all those years ago on Blogger there are two constants.
- I will delete a mass of posts on a whim.
- I will endlessly messing with how my site looks.
Being an eternal tinkerer means the temptation to switch the the latest and shiniest theme is great. The one problem is that means I spend more time on how the site looks than what it contains.
Continue reading “Deciding on how my blog looks”
In which I refuse to be drawn to a particular genre.
I was playing around on the internet and stumbled upon the website “I write like” (https://iwl.me/) and had a bit of a play to see who it would match me with. After sticking in a few of my recent posts I am apparently a mixture of Anne Rice and HP Lovecraft.
I was unaware that my missives on beds, babies, and office temperatures was in the same genre of Interview with the Vampire and At the Mountains of Madness. Is there something similar in my rantings to the gothic imagery of Anne Rice or the impending horror of Lovecraft?
Continue reading “Diverse styles of writing”
In which I borrow from my past.
I’ve been lazy recently. Anybody who has been following for a while may notice certain themes repeating themselves, in fact it may even look like I’m duplicating posts. I hope that appears to be the case as that is exactly what has happened, and that’s because I’m being lazy.
This liberal delving of the archives is not entirely what I had planned to do this year, I was all ready to write 100% new content. Then a new job happened, and a new child, and the craziness of the existing progeny. In the end my determination to post once a day overrode my ability to create anew.
So I have borrowed on more than one occasion.
Continue reading “Borrowed from the past”
In which I’d like to build a snowman.
When I started this blog, and the ones that came before it, it was because I was looking for inspiration, although I still don’t know what I want to be inspired to do. Initially I started writing these posts for two main reasons:
- To vent some of the pressure and anger I was feeling
- Something to do
It was a way to illuminate the darkness I was feeling and remove the mask of madness. Over time those feelings have waxed and waned between fun and something that became more of a chore than enjoyment, and I don’t enjoy chores (seriously – I need to really do some vacuuming at home). Most of us will only have 36 million minutes on this planet so even to waste 60 of them each night not having fun seems a bit of a waste. It also seems to be a bit foolish to spend my time ranting to the environs of the internet rather than actually trying to resolve the problems in reality.
It is when this new moon feeling hits that I often have little madness to hide.
Continue reading “Don’t have feelings”
In which I aim to have a serious purpose or be more carefree.
There are occasions when I think the geek quotient starts to drop from this blog. It can all get a bit touchy feely or radically politicised and hardly been any mention of sci-fi or general geekiness.
The strange thing is that these emotional outpourings have garnered more likes than the ones on the best haircuts in fantasy so I seem to have that bloggers dilemma. Become popular or stick to my roots?
I like likes, it makes me feel like that the things I like are being liked by others who like the things that I like as well. It’s a form of validation that suggests that this act of egotistical outpouring is actually worthwhile and not just something to do while Football Manager is processing another match.
Continue reading “Why am I being so serious”
In which I have the inevitable crisis of blogging.
Life is getting simple again, ensuring a period where chaos turns to order and life becomes serene. Thankfully three weeks today life is due to get an upheaval so that will preoccupy most of my desire to see the boat rocked.
I’m also a good way through the process of tidying up this site. My list of jobs includes retagging all my posts and ensuring that they all have nice pictures and introductions. Once that’s done I’ll have plenty more time to write. That is where the inevitable crisis of what kind of posts I want to write will strike. Once again the threat of a blogplosion will rear is mildly unappetising head.
Continue reading “A writing crisis”
In which names are changed to protect the guilty.
The most difficult part of writing on this blog is not knowing who is going to read it. I know of a few people who do so let me say hello to:
- My wife
- My Mum
- My Wife’s Mum
I don’t know if they read that but a hello anyways. In total I have 173 people I actually know who may read this and one thing I am very careful to do is not say anything that might mean that number decreases. Being quite ranty this makes it very hard.
In the beginning I didn’t really care, there were a lot of complaints about princesses. I would get angry about how I was treated by members of the fairer sex and translate that into some pretty angry blog posts.
Continue reading “Being careful what I write”