Bradtastic Premier

Here’s what you might be thinking: unacceptable.

“How dare he stop writing at his own personal blog?!”

I know. Sorry. But here’s what’s happening. I’m going to take a shower and clear my thoughts, pickup some new notebooks and perhaps… some imported European paper. I’ve got a lot to talk about, share, discuss, write… I’ve even drafted a half-dozen “I’m Back” posts… all of them good-enough… but I’ve been thinking that, perhaps, each of them is slightly off-mark.

In the past, I’d treated blogging as an art form that it isn’t. I was careful, concerned, structured. I dedicated time for editing and redrafts… I’d reread and reconstruct my entries as if each were graded essays.

Although I occasionally allowed myself the “fun” and conversational tone, I took it too seriously. My blog represented my writing, represented me — I opted for (what I considered) “quality” over quantity, and thus missed out on a lot of opportunities.

I’m not making the same mistakes again. Taking a break from blogging to write by hand and tidy up my book projects made me realize something huge: I want to blog. Even though it doesn’t really pay anything. Even if it’s a bit amateurish and irrelevant. Even if it’s ultimately nothing more than a semi-humorous, rant-filled outlet… I want to lay claims.

It’s like a food-fight; messy, unnecessary, childish and pathetic… but sometimes we’re just compelled to fling and hurl cherry pie at one another.

Later on, I’ll address what I like and dislike about blogging, what’s next… and perhaps most-important to some, what I’ve been doing over the past three-or-so months. I just wanted to get this posted before I  changed my mind (again)… breaking the cycle.

It’s the next chapter, a new version… yet still I continue the pedagogy, don’t worry, not one bit. And more cool stuff to appear at my Antipresto, so check it out.

Perhaps I shall allow you one or even two bits-worth of worrying. That’s an acceptably-tiny amount, and it’s nice that you care. Sort of.