First up. For a lack of a better name.
Couldn’t think of a more original name for my first entry on this blog.
So here I am, sitting in my basement. Browsing through my feeds looking for inspiration and whatnot. This ain’t the first time I’m trying to start a blog. Blogs are always fun to start. Ideas running through your head, things in need to be shared with the masses, and the list goes on. But, unfortunately, with me, this need of sharing always wash away with time.
One thing that turned me away on my first few attempts is the fact that I’m not a writer. Let’s face it. I have zero talent whatsoever when it comes to writing. I seem like never being able to make my mind on what to say or how to say it.
In fact, I’m not a singer either. The few times i gave a shot at singing were something like a mix of a train wreck and a plane crash. It should be illegal to allow me to sing in public, heck, I should even be banned from singing under my shower. I am not a producer. Beats, rhythm and I don’t really go along together. Nor am I a poet, a painter, an handyman. The list of what I ain’t could go on and on.
But who am I really? I do photography, but I’m far from considering myself a photograph. I have an absolute passion for cooking. But I’m not considering myself a chef. I am a passionate, this is what I am…
I’ll stop here. I think I’ve said enough for this first entry. I want to keep some subject matter for the next ones. Plus I really have to run.
I wanted this first post to be about the challenges of a maintaining a blog. And here I am ending up talking about myself. But I think I’ve found the true challenge behind blogging.
The true challenge of a blog is, well, to make it through the first up.
