When I started this blog it was over at the Local, a Swedish, English site that supposedly wanted people like me to blog and talk about my life here in Sweden. The site uses WordPress as the backdrop, the engine, but there is no life dar borta (over there). They ultimately did not care enough and I left.
I moved to WordPress and things changed. The network is established, the machinery in place. It is a thing of great and smooth beauty. Post something, tag it enough, and people see it. Need some advice, help, or inspiration, it is handed to you by the Daily Post. The validation is waiting for every writer, photographer, and artist who wants to play with this space. It requires work, dedication, and hopefully some talent although that is questionable. For some of us, we find a place where, finally, we are able to express more than we realized was inside of us. We find others like us, we finally realize we are not the only fucked up beings with strange inner thoughts. And then, unfortunately, we realize, for the most part, that we are not that unique after all.
But the quest and desire is implanted in us now. We must continue to write, to expose more and more and more to our readers. Or to build and establish a readership, at the very least. A creative writing teacher told me once that the worst fate for a writer is to become a cliché, or to write one. And in this free and unfettered space, where no one but everyone can watch, the words are released with the impossibility of return.
Unless I decide to delete this post.