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Does this Blog have a Purpose?



I love to write, I really do; however, often I find myself unable to write a new blog entry or a short story. Don’t ask me about the creative process. I am the least qualified person (who attempts, as halfhearted as it may be, to write creatively) to answer that question. All I know is that it just happens—that was the first thought that popped into my head, but it isn’t necessarily true. Imagination may just happen (wait, does it?), but writing takes dedication and practice. You can imagine and write great pieces of literature in your head all day, which I do, but it’s useless unless you write it down. Right? I keep making all these statements only to question their validity. There is some worth to merely imagining things. For me, it’s the only way to stay sane and (cliché ahead) escape the real world. Of course, is that to assume what we imagine is somehow less real and important than the life we live? Anyway, the point is that I procrastinate. No, bad word choice. I am lazy.


(I apologize for all the parentheticals. I get carried away [“by the look, by the light in your eyes”] at times.)


Therefore, more for my benefit than your own, which I could probably say about Dribbling Ink in general, I am trying to create a schedule of blog entries—any kind of structure that will help me stay on task and write consistently. Plus, if you detest sports, maybe you’ll find something you can read weekly this way.


Here’s my idea. I will sporadically write blogs about sports—mostly about the Arkansas Razorbacks and the Arkansas State Red Wolves—which is the entire premise for Dribbling Ink at the present. However, as I noted in my first blog of the year, I’d like to expand beyond sports. The most natural area to move into would be literature. At least, it seems that way as I finish my Master’s of Liberal Arts in English.


Admitting that I get nervous about people reading my writing seems absurd, especially to those who have been forced to reject my Dribbling Ink invitations on Facebook multiple times, but it’s true. I work with and know more talented writers, and bad writing is the easiest way to make yourself look like a fool (with your pants on the ground!—what a crappy pop culture reference, I know; honestly, I don’t understand the American Idol obsession). Nevertheless, hopefully I can post an original piece of literature, like a short story or poem, every Saturday. This can serve a number of purposes: appeal to a new audience, help me stay motivated to write fiction, and give those more talented writers a good laugh.


I’m also considering a few more ideas, trying to branch out into areas that I don’t know much about but that I am interested in, such as fashion, gaming, cooking, and architecture. Possibly, I might post some personal interviews (on Thursdays maybe?) with people who interest me or who I think are better writers than myself. Of course, I’ll also blog about my own life, post random pictures, and talk about Arkansas (that is, being a Southerner).


Well, Dribbling Ink is still as purposeless as before, but at least you know what to expect (tentatively) on Thursdays and Saturdays now. Suggestions are always welcome, whether you’re one of those more talented writers or just a dedicated reader (yes, I know my mom is probably the only person who reads my blog). Since you’ve made it this far, I’ll let you know that the first personal interview will be posted at some point tomorrow or Friday.

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