I am so proud to have been admitted into the [Blue Fish Network], a UK-based, internationally-welcoming network of niche web sites and blogs outside the mainstream media. In it live some of the warmest people on the internet (You can check out their sites listed under the [Blue Fish Network] logo on the sidebar), and it is one of the few networks that are not supported by advertisements, which is probably what I like best about it. Many thanks to Andy Merrett for taking me in, and J-Spotter Angelo Racoma for the idea.
I joined the network in the hope of spurring myself to write regularly, to not keep using my day job as an excuse not to write (as I have been doing for the past six years). I hope BFN does not mind that I have turned it into my personal support group. But I had been, especially during the last several months, in the deplorable habit of bringing work home and slugging away at it even on weekends. It’s a mistaken assumption, I suppose, by most employers and employees that when you are issued a laptop, you have become as a Marine in the USAF:
This is my laptop. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My laptop is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My laptop, without me, is useless. Without my laptop, I am useless.
But there is another life, so my husband wistfully tells me, one that he used to see me in, scribbling happily away with a pencil on a lined notebook. Although entering the computer industry soon took care of that, it also provided a convenient means to write, erase (yes, we called it erase back then, and not this cold cold word “delete“), and rewrite again. It’s a matter of attitude and of time management and of physically sitting one’s fanny down and deciding to write.
And that is what I hope to do here, in this new neighborhood. Wish me luck.