I keep thinking about and writing about what I need to talk about in my blog. I write and then discard many things because of how inflammatory issues are these days. I didn't have any specific agenda when I began to write. I was involved with the Tea Party on tax day in 2009, and that is where I became acquainted with the managers of this radio station. I haven't listened to very much radio since I was a teenager because I never really cared for a lot of formats and I was busy yelling at my kids and listening to them yell for about 20 years of my life to date. I did have a few that I listened to in the car only, and since I retired, I am not in the car as much as I used to be. But if they don't play the music I want to hear, I flip around a lot even in the car when I am trying to get somewhere.Occasionally I have listened to WKVI, but usually it is at a friend's home or car because the music format is a little bland for me. I am not usually listening to talk formats either. I know a lot of conservatives are avid talk radio fans. I just don't think to try to find out when Glen Beck or Rush Limbaugh are on and catch their program. I do enjoy news. I watch Fox news as often as I can get Spongebob and friends off my set for a few minutes. More about that later.
So anyway, I like to write, need to write, and have some talent at it, if I must say so myself, and I have to clear my head out of the zillions of thoughts that bombard my head every night and day. It is like mental clutter. If I don't write, I get stressed-out to the max. The need to express those thoughts is what has driven every human being to their particular bent in the way of art, music, or any other expressive art. It can easily go negative if our hearts and minds are beset by the inability to express it. For me, it results in depression and a kind of mental paralysis that sets in if I don't write about it. I started going to the WKVI website when it occurred to me that if I didn't get a newspaper or something, I was never going to know anything about what was going on in my community. One time there was an ad there asking for someone to apply for a columnist position for a new project the radio station was working on. I interviewed for it and was chosen. I always wanted to have a column in a newspaper, so I thought maybe this could lead somewhere. It is an unpaid position and there are no real rules about when I post or how long between posts or even what I blogged about. But, I guess I thought it had to be political. I can't even think about the state of the union every day, or I would go really nuts!
I was really hopeful and I posted quite often at first, but when I found so few people reading it, I got discouraged. I have had a heck of a year this past year with a bunch of personal problems in many different arenas. So I was already at a disadvantage and then on top of that, I couldn't have my little personal triumph. I have written several times that I didn't end up publishing for one reason or another, but more often I have written poetry, or the beginnings of books in my head that aren't really appropriate for a blog. I found myself asking inwardly; what is a blog supposed to be about?
I decided that a blog is about anything you want it to be. I am interested in so many things and I realized that I have to write what is in my head, or I will be stopped until I do. I write with passion and informed opinion about many things because I am a perpetual student. If something interests me, I have to learn more about it. I read extensively in many different genres. I have something to say about just about anything but I do have my peculiar special interests. Sometimes it will definitely be politics and the value of conservatism, but sometimes you'll be my companion in some of life's conundrums. So in my renovated column, the reader will get what is on my mind at that particular time, and I will do my best to have a new column every Monday. Maybe I will even get some readers this time
Saturday, October 2, 2010
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