While I’m not addicted to the stats on our blogs, I do find them interesting at times. I recently passed my 4-year mark of being on WordPress and I was notified that the blog had received over 50,000 all-times views. While I’m sure that those who blog more regularly than me have far exceed that number, it does have a nice ring to it. And viewers came from 135 different countries.
I currently have 306 “published” posts, and I’ve taken down some 200 or so. All-in-all, not bad for four years, but not particularly excellent in terms of numbers comparing that total to those who blog more consistently.
I’ve generally written about the things that inspire me, where the writing feels more like channeling, and there are definite periods where the well has run dry. Particularly in 2021, when I got a bit ticked off at social media plundering, and I found myself residing more in my COVID cave rather than being out in my usual mode of exploration.
Like I say, I’m sure many of you have long passed these milestones but for me, it’s new. And I plan on kicking off this new year with something I don’t usually do at all – a book review. I’m not quite finished reading it so I can’t give you an exact date when I will post, but it will be coming soon.
I feel compelled to write about this book, not because of its wonderful quality, but because of its profound racism and the author’s apparent inability to see it as such. A story of epic proportions for sure, but I don’t believe I’ve seen an author so oblivious to this undercurrent. In fact, at one point he tries to explain it away in a manner that can only be described as face-palm worthy.
So onward into the new year . . .
Feature Photo: This is a pic of a Marina I came upon in Blaine, Washington, right on the border with Canada. The year I arrived, I had intended to cross the border to visit Vancouver Island, but alas, the border was closed, COVID and all. I ran the photo through the editor and enameled it to make it appear more as an oil painting. And I guess I chose this one for this post because, well, I liked it, but also because it can represent that nebulous line between true art, say a painting by a renowned artist, and myself playing about on a computer. It is pleasing to the eye no doubt, but it does lack the painstaking work that a painter must engage in to produce a masterpiece. It serves as the contrast I’ll be exploring in the upcoming book review.
I had to cut the pic way down to get it to fit somewhat with WordPress’s formatting, so here is the full image.
Rabbit-hole: You may have noticed that I put the term “published” in quotes, like I just did now. That is because I find this term very loosely used throughout social media. When I think of being published, I think of a publishing entity, not of our own design and ownership, finding something we have written worthy of being included in said entity’s publication. I don’t think of self-publishing as being the same as being “published.” I see many folks out here identifying with the term “author” and they use this term in conjunction with that word “published,” whereas I would choose the word “writer.” Although I do recognize that the definition of “author” is loose enough to cover virtually anything we pen, thus: “a person who writes a novel, poem, essay, etc.; the composer of a literary work, as distinguished from a compiler, translator, editor, or copyist.” Using these terms loosely means we are all distinguished “published authors,” even if our work is but one line scribbled on a piece of toilet paper. 😊 I guess I’m in my critical judge mode today so I will have a nice belly laugh at myself, pet-peeves and all, while it’s time to hit the “publish” button😊