Hello voracious reader of yet–to-be-popular-totally-unheard-of blogs, welcome to the awkwardness of My Second Post Ever.
Now, if there’s a specific word for someone new to blogging, that’s me.
But you know what they say, “practise, practise, practise!” “Live or die trying” “How do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it?”…and all sorts of things to get you motivated.
Finally though, the fear of getting started and taking the first step is slowly dissipating so here we go… diving face first into the crazy, relentless, chaotic waters of the Internet hoping I remember how to tread water when comments and likes are scarce. Or drown in my own lonely sorrow with not a single follower to lift my waterlogged spirits into writing a new post…
Now then. To get into the habit of blogging regularly I’ve decided to start by promoting/sharing/divulging one passion of mine at a time. However, I have too many to count. I’m in love with everything. Everything. This will take lifetimes.
Luckily for you, I also get bored faster then the speed of light so I’ll be switching it up from one topic/passion/interest/curiousity to another sporadically and without warning frequently enough YOU don’t develop such habits towards my blog…hopefully.
But we all have to start somewhere. So first off, I will share with you some of my favorite words. Hopefully a new word everyday, if things go well, perhaps more then one. These will be words you wouldn’t normally come across in every day conversation or the average novel. The idea that a single word can have such a profound, complex, often times obscure and unusual meaning is too fun to pass up. So I have started a vague, unorganized collection of them; if you would like to add to that collection please share your treasures in the comments, I will adore you forever.
I got the definition below from an AMAZING site I highly recommend you check out:
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.
I love the implications of this word. It inspires me on all sorts of levels, bringing to mind secretive character ideas, mysterious plot twists and curious poem titles. The metaphorical uses of this word are fun to ponder and nearly endless.
It’s also quite refreshing to say, although I haven’t managed to include it in daily conversation…yet.
Also, once I get more settled and organized I plan to include a poem for every new word I post, to add some challenge to my daily writing exercises, so keep an eye out for that.