Blog Life

A friend of mine is struggling with his blog, as he recently moved from a long-term position in London back to his home in SoCal. The blog was initially his way of ranting and raving about the changes he was experiencing and the unusual circumstances he found himself in while being that "duck out of water" in a foreign land. One of his issues seems to be that he so identified his blog with that point in his life that he does not know what to do with it now.

When I moved to Canada, my blog changed focus quite a bit to reflect the differences, both frustrations and joys, at coming to a foreign land for, presumably, the rest  of my life. I originally created a second blog, intending it to be only for my comments as an expatriate living abroad (okay, 70 miles or so from the Maine border, but still in a foreign country), but I soon realized that my original blog, this one, was already ready to serve that need.

I named my blog "Omniverse" for a specific reason. I cobbled that together from "omni," meaning all, many, around, universal, and "verse," meaning type of poetry (I have posted some poems), familiarize through study, and as a cheap version of universe or world around me. This blog, therefor, is about my entire universe of thought and opinion, it is used to see and study all that is around me, and to comment on any subject that catches my fancy for the day.

Many of my friends and family have blogs of various sorts. Only two write regularly; everyone else either cannot find the time, the interest, or the inclination to keep theirs up. Even my wife, who likes to work out issues she's having, doesn't post nearly as often as she makes blogs (you should see her draft page!). She has changed her focus, feels that talking with me about many of the issues is helpful, and, at times, isn't sure what she wants to do with it. Most friends just slowly curtail their writing until they haven't used it in ages. But I keep checking, on the off chance they start up.

Writing isn't for everyone. Mater of fact, I would say that writing is for very few people. And, in today's society, writing has become a lost art form in that texting, sexting, twittering, status updates, and other forms of quick communication have undermined most people's ability to write for longer than a few paragraphs and pay attention for longer than a few sentences.

I don't claim to be a great writer. I don't claim to write about interesting things. But I write. I use it as my form of expression and to work out any issues or thoughts I'm having. By posting it semi-publicly, I can get opinions from anyone who stumbles on it and wants to say something. Hell, that was how I met my wife... my way of doing things seems to be working out okay for me! The only thing inconsistent about it is how often I post. Not every day does something catch my eye or spark my imagination or get my ire up; but I keep happily writing away as the mood and need strike me.

And everything in the omniverse around me is there for the experience!