Come and go
This blogging thing: really, what’s it all about? The blog-shaped hole in the universe that you’re currently in came into existence back in mid-2009 and somehow it’s still chugging along. I’ve seen some truly brilliant blogs come and go; for whatever reason, the blogger has decided to end it all. I, too, have thought of throwing in the towel – many times, in fact. But then I think of the people I’ve met, the conversations had, and the points of view and life experience shared, and I realise that there’s no real harm in continuing on. Perhaps I also like the fact that Under the counter of a flutter in the dovecot (which is still officially the most ridiculous name in all of the blogosphere) is archived by the National Library of Australia. What’s been created here will exist forever. In theory.
Across the years I’ve often wondered about the point of a blog like this one. It’s partly a depository of pieces I write for the Canberra Times and related Fairfax publications; if the house burns down and I lose the physical file of clippings there will always be the digital copies kept here. Then there are the outrageously self-serving updates on my adventures in Fiction Land – frankly, they rarely sit comfortably with me, but writing and publishing literature, especially in Australia, is too difficult to justify being a wallflower. Then there are the brief, diary-like flashes about my home or my hometown or the writing life. Then there are the reviews, mostly of albums that I’ve bought and I want to talk about – some of the albums I’ve loved, others not so much, but I still want to work out what I think by writing about them. Have I ever mentioned how hard it is to write about music? It’s near impossible! Finally, sometimes I post collages or simply photos with captions. When I’m all out of words.
For the stumblers
Does all this add up to much? I’m not sure it does. But for the bugger who produces it all there’s still some enjoyment to be had, and I sincerely hope there’s still enjoyment to be had for those who stumble here.
Lashings of thanks
As others have noted, what keeps a blogger going are the comments, many – most – of which have been amazingly thoughtful and thought-provoking. So thank you to everyone who’s commented. What surprises me even more are the subscribers, some of who have been with the blog from day one. So here are lashings of gratitude to each and every one of you for following UTCOAFITD – I appreciate it very much. I do hope you get something out of what’s posted and the comments that generated. All writing, even if it’s fiction, is an exchange of information. I just hope that you enjoy the exchange that happens here.
All the best, till next week. Unless I get hit by a bus.