The EndPosted: August 22, 2017
I’m going to keep this short and sweet; the quicker I finish this, the better I’ll feel. I was planning on writing something much longer, but that tedious process has only reaffirmed my desire to put an end to this blog.
For the most part, blogging has been a worthwhile experience. I like writing about the things in which I take a great interest and sharing these writings with people. I’ve developed an online portfolio of some of my work and some useful skills with regard to blogging, WordPress, and in general, writing itself; however, what began as a fun and productive exercise has become something much more terrible: unsatisfying work which usually isn’t being done.
What’s worse is that people are beginning to take me much too seriously. I’ve had conversations in the past with people about music, to use a specific example of one of my usual blogging topics, and I’ve been asked questions like, “Well, Joe, you’re a music critic, what do you think?” That scares the hell out of me. Some people dedicate their lives to that sort of thing; don’t insult their work by confusing me with them.
Don’t worry, I’m not quitting writing. I never will. I have a draft of a children’s book written, and I’d like to begin working on the illustrations. I’ve been working on a short story and a few poems. I also plan on revisiting a longer prose work of mine that I began writing during my junior year of college. I hope to have these published some day, but until then, they will be my precious little secrets. I plan on taking my sweet time with them. Even if they are never published or read, I can at least know that upon their completion, I will be able to die feeling fulfilled. Personal fulfillment is all I really need in this life; I don’t need readers or publicity as much as I need to write.
I believe wholeheartedly in the ability of criticism to inform readers and to create some sort of comment on their lives and/or the society in which they live, and I applaud those who do it well. Personally, I’m just tired of it. I’ve recently discovered that other forms of writing bring me greater joy and satisfaction, and that is why I’m going to focus on those things from here on out.
Some say that not all art is created equal, but it’s also said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I find partial truth in both of these sayings; plain and simple, blogging isn’t for me, and I’m not sure if it ever was. I’m happy that I gave it a good try, at least.
I can’t continue to deceive my readers into thinking that I’m still interested in blogging—I’m not—but most importantly, I can’t continue to deceive myself. Things change.
Each of these writings will take me back to particular moments in my life; I’m happy to have documented them accordingly. Look back on these writings and see how I developed as a writer over the course of three years: the most formative period of my life so far. In the process, try to see where my heart was and was not.
On with life, and best always,