On old, water-worn logs at Falls of the Ohio in Clarksville, IN
On Feb 23, 2010, I started this blog, anticipating Birdie Boy.
Today is the one-year anniversary since that post.
What have I learned since then? I’ve learned to be a better writer. That was one reason for writing this blog. Could I, in a brief amount of time, string words together creatively enough to qualify as “creative non-fiction”? Some days were better than others. But I’d like to think, from day one to day three-hundred-sixty-five something has shifted for me. I’d like to think that words flow a little smoother for me. I’d like to think that. Or I may have fossilized many bad habits.
To find those early posts, click here. You can click on the link “wonderland” on the upper right of that post to go to the next blog… and continue doing that so you can see for yourself. I did have some favorites posts and favorite descriptions. I think describing the look and consistency of Finn’s early droppings as “sweet potato” was one of my better moments.
I must confess that a secret hope of this blog was grabbing noticed of magazine and book editors, for them to consider asking me to write about my fathering experience. After all, you don’t see dad’s writing about this kind of stuff very often, not this regularly. But I none have approached me. And about six months into this project, I decided that writing or giving tips about being a dad in a more “official” published work wasn’t important. And now, a year after I began, I don’t even care. If I were asked, I don’t know if I’d accept. I’ve become quite jaded this year by our unappealing ability as humans to monetize our experience and our art. And that, in some ways, tarnishes the whole bit. Then again, another side of me says, “Well… ahem… maybe you’re writing doesn’t cut it.” That could be true. In which case, I h0pe Finn doesn’t cringe when he reads decades into the future.
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