Earlier today, I had a little sit-down with myself to figure a few things out. You see, my inner critic has been working overtime in the past month or two, absolutely convincing me that the following were completely, and without question, true:
- My words were no longer meaningful, and they no longer mattered with the masses;
- Blogs were dead, stupid, antiquated, washed up, and no longer read (hey! just like me);
- Your audience is sick of you;
- You are pathetic to think otherwise; and
- Hell, you are pathetic.
These thoughts stopped me from writing anything. I did not even write in my daybook. It was a ridiculous, self-piteous period of wallowing in negativity and doubt.
So, as I said, I had that little sit-down convo with me-truly, and I’m not going to lie, I let the expletives fly, as Seinfeld’s Kramer says.
It felt good. It really did. I needed to hear myself fight back against all that fake news that I have been self-spewing. I made the commitment to blog tonight, but with a purpose:
To not teach, preach, or inspire.
So, not only did I throw myself back into the fire, I threw away the crutches and dove in head first without a safety net.
Which brings me to what I’ll be doing here at The Baltimore Writer for the foreseeable future. Many years ago, I started writing “Rus Uncut” entries, and they were well received because they were so raw. I’ve tried a few times to get back to that, but I kept falling back into the teach-and-preach model.
So here we are tonight, willing (desperately) to give it another shot.
What does that mean? Probably some really boring blogs, some out-there thinking, and maybe some pretty pictures to keep you coming back to see something shiny.
It means all of this, maybe none of it, maybe some Franken-mix of a bunch of different things. And I’ve opened comments for you to join in with the uncut-ness of the whole thing.
But what I can promise you is that it will be raw, uncut, and authentic. All Rus.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I need to do this for me, though, so there. You are welcome to follow along, share your thoughts, or unsubscribe entirely and vote to have The Baltimore Writer completely scrubbed from the interwebs.
We’ll see how this goes. Thanks for whatever choice you make (except for the web scrubbing. That would suck for sure).
Yours, sans teaching and preaching,