Six years of Blogging on WordPress

It was the beginning of 2015 when I started this blog, Staying the Course. I was unemployed at the time and already keeping a film photography blog. I started this blog to practice writing, to put my thoughts into words and not just keep them in my head. Also just to blog about my experience of searching for employment with little work experience. Maybe to connect with others who have similar experience in searching for employment. That goal is accomplish, am working full-time.

Fast forward till today, I have learned that I enjoy blogging.  My blog isn’t a hit when it come to followers, just about 245 followers. Just the small cyber-interaction you can have with people you never met, even if it just 2 people, who live in another state, city or on the other side of the global is satisfying. As for content and writing, am sure I could do better.  I don’t know if my writing has improve since I first started blog, but I do my best that am writing to the highest standard possible.  Re-reading what I write and re-reading it again and again before hitting the publish button.  Sometimes I wonder if am making any sense with my words, but so far no one who has visiting my blog has mention that my writing sucks or somewhere along those lines. Content, coming up with new content is a struggle sometime which am sure it is for most bloggers.  There are time I just don’t know what to write about. So far my only solution to this is writing a book review or posting my progress in drawing.

How long have you been blogging and why do you blog?

Past Journals

This past weekend I was deep cleaning my room.  Getting rid of stuff, organizing my things like art supplies, my film camera gear.  I was also getting rid of some one clothes that I stored in a storage bin that I no longer wear.  Well haven’t worn in a long, long time, so I thought its time to trash them.  I didn’t trash them, I will donate them, since they are still in good condition.

Also in the storage bin was my few my journals and sketchbooks.  I’ve been journaling for about 5 years.  Nothing interesting to read in those journals unless you find entries of struggling to find employment entertaining.  Within those entries I also did some watercolors sketches. It interesting looking threw them.  I only wish I had more to write about, but most days I don’t have nothing to write down.  Any suggest when you struggle with writer blocks?

Below is a picture of my journals.  Starting from the left side is my current journal, which I started when the pandemic began.  Going toward the right are the journals before that one.  The one on the right side, the brown one is my first journals.  All of these journals are actually sketchbooks.

Retrospective: Reflecting back on 2016

Retrospective

When I first created this blog, one of my biggest goal was to improve in my creative writing.  To challenge my self to express my thoughts into words. Something that I don’t do to well. The toughest obstacles for me in 2016 is writer blocks, what should I write? What would be interesting enough to get my followers to read and to come back to my blog, plus attract other readers. Continue reading “Retrospective: Reflecting back on 2016”

Writing 101, Poetry: Reflection

1!, 2!, 3!… Reflections I see.

I wasn’t born yesterday nor an hour ago.

One, I don’t have the work experience you seek.

Just the ambition to work and learn.

Two, I don’t have the looks you seek

but inside, am beautiful and calm as the pacific blue ocean.

Three, am a man of few words, but that doesn’t mean am quiet.

I communicate in many languages.

Art, photography, Dance and with the sound of silence

Don’t judge me because I don’t have what you like.

On water, in puddles, in glass, in mirrors – reflections can clarify, blur reality, or fracture it altogether. They can serve up surreal images or a perspective that’s unexpected. Whether it’s street light-reflected raindrops or the sky distorted in a half-melted patch of ice, reflections are nature’s funhouse mirrors.

Reflections are not limited to non-living objects. Our bodies reflect our internal health and our clothes reflect our lifestyle. We also reflect internally upon our world, our physical state, or on ideas bouncing around inside our skulls.

Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself.