My Blog
I began my first blog in 1996 and finished it on the same
day. New to the internet – and weren’t we all at those early days – I was so
excited at actually getting something ‘out’ there I pressed publish before
recording the details I’d used for my username and password. I was into
networking, before I even knew what I was doing, wanting to reach out to others
and draw them into my world. Today, I can’t even remember what that first post,
doomed to wander forever in cyber space, was about. I suspect it was something
to do with social justice, or injustice, I thought the whole world needed to read
about. Fingers burnt, I satisfied myself for a while with early topic based chat rooms, lurking on the sidelines, hoping to be
invited in, however, apart from the ‘Hello, where are you from?’ I never could keep up with the posts as they ripped
down the page faster than my fingers could keep up.
A couple of years later I discovered webcams and ventured
forth once again, spending hours of (very expensive pay by the hour) internet
time trying to find someone out there who had a compatible program to help me
calibrate my cam. Success came from a gentleman from somewhere in the ether who
talked me patiently through the process until, at last, his image began to come
through – slow pixel by slow pixel – as I peered at the monitor trying to focus
on this wonder. As the image began to clear, I realised it wasn’t his face I
was looking – or even speaking to I suppose - my gaze fixed on his exposed penis before I
clicked the off button, Shocked. I felt violated by this dirty bugger who hid
behind a Good Samaritan image to get his thrills. I packed the webcam away and
satisfied my urge for wider contact with emails and the occasional chat room.
We were in a new century before I made another foray into
blogging. I had a notebook for usernames and passwords by this stage and had
lost some of my gung ho attitude from the internet pioneering days. My blog was
initially about social justice issues, little opinion pieces I hoped to influence
others with. What I hadn’t been prepared for was the opposing opinions of
others and the vitriol with which they expressed this. Ouch! I had enough brains
to stay clear of politics and religion, but I hadn’t been prepared for loudly
expressed black and white attitudes of others slammed as expletives into my comment boxes in
bold capital letters. Never-the-less, I persevered, blogging about writing and
posting poems and aiming for followers of kindred spirit. That was better. The
ranters left me alone and I began to build a network I was comfortable being a
part of. I stayed with this blog until 2009, when my ISP began experimenting
and posts and comments disappeared or rearranged themselves, and I open my
Blogger pages.
Four years and several metamorphoses later, I am still with
Blogger, although I have reached another crossroads, wondering which direction
to take now. Over the past four years I have used the blog to participate in
challenges and report on others. I spent most of 2010 writing different forms
of poetry and showing the drafting process of this. I have created and
maintained competition pages for writers and poets, written articles on writing
and featured the writing of others, hosted author interviews and promoted other
writers and now I feel it’s time to re-focus and set a theme for the next year
(at least).
I’ve been thinking I’d like to focus more on older writers,
although I’m not sure exactly how I’ll do this yet. Older writers are against
the pump in many ways, often not beginning to write seriously until after retirement
from the paid workforce. Many older people have also experienced early school leaving
and lack confidence in showing their work to others, fearful of the misplaced
comma and muted by dangling modifiers. Others tend to suffer from ‘perfect
writing’ syndrome, beaten into their knuckles by third grade teachers intent on
producing writing clones at the expense of creativity. Survivors of this system
rigidly adhere to the sentence structure and punctuation of fifty years ago and
view present day style manuals with suspicion and trepidation. So many times,
in writing workshops I have run, I have heard, ‘Well, this is the way I was
taught,’ and I see in their faces the determination of those early teachers –
but I digress, I think – it’s what many of us older folk do...
That's a funny first experience! Do you remember what company/program/website you used for that first ill-fated blog? I wonder if it is one I would recognize from the "good old days."
ReplyDeleteI have no idea, Rundy. It was all so new to me and I just got carried away with the experience. It seemed such a powerful thing to be able to make a statement and be 'heard'. I lived in a remote area at that time and paid $5.00 an hour for access. Even to get connected, the ISP had to send out floppies to install Netscape but oh, hearing that first dial up sound was like listening to a symphony.
ReplyDeleteInteresting blog - funny how things change.
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting post Marlene - especially your first webcam experience!
ReplyDeleteI look forward to learning more from you :)
You had me ROFL with your webcam experience! How rude of that guy! But still funny as hell. :) Looking forward to the next fifteen days! WRITE ON!
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