Hello, world
Back when the internet started, that was what every first post was titled. I’m all for the classics. This is going to be my nth time trying to keep a blog/journal/whatever. I’m not particularly optimistic.
In 2001 I started a LiveJournal. Do you guys remember LiveJournal? I don’t. I think I started off as a semi-regular blogger, and then drifted off. I tried other services since. I even have a tumblr. How blogging challenged must a person be when they cannot even tumble? Neil Gaiman tumbles. And tweets. And keeps a blog. And posts contributions to The Guardian. And writes successful novels. I can only imagine that he has a team of at least 10 PA’s (all dressed as Death, obviously) doing all this networking for him or I don’t know how on earth he manages it.
But I’ve noticed that lately I need my own place to let out what I think. It’s the only way I know to keep sane. The alternative is to go to the IMDb message boards or read YouTube comments. And I assure you, that does not keep anyone sane.
I go through phases.
Sometimes I just post loads of photos. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. And shootshootshootshootshoot. And then I stop.
Sometimes I tweet like crazy everything that I happen to be reading/watching/hearing/thinking. And then I stop.
Sometimes I pin stuff on Pinterest, and I’ll spend 2-3 days in total awe of what you can find on the internet. And then I stop.
And then I vanish, for extended periods of time, and the only updates from meĀ are actually automatically uploaded by my music player.
So no, I’m not particularly optimistic. As a matter of fact, I’m not entirely sure of what I’m gonna do with this blog. But I guess it’s worth a shot.
Hello, world.
My name is Milcah.
I’m just a girl, waiting to happen.