Blogging Redux : This Time It's Personal

So, as most of you reading this probably know, this is not my first crack at bloggery. There was another one before. I would link to it, but that thing is GONE. We're talking burn it to the ground, tear apart the rubble and salt the Earth gone.

Peer Pressure Works existed for many years. And for quite a while, it was enjoyable. Until it wasn't. I have a habit of letting things start to become obligations. "Oh, I have a blog? That means I simply MUST put stuff up on it all the time!" And when you start going at something with that mentality, you eventually find yourself hammering out one post after another that really doesn't carry any meaning to you whatsoever. PPW ceased being something I enjoyed doing and just morphed into something I felt like I had to do. And once something you're supposedly doing for fun becomes just another mundane task, the clock is pretty much counting down the minutes that it has left to live.

This is also what ended up happening the last time that Liam, James and worked on a collaborative story project. It eventually just started feeling like work, mainly because I forced myself to write when I didn't want to. Because, you know, I had to. Because I'm nuts. And in some weird attempt to keep trying to steer the narrative.

But that's then. And this little place is now. I won't promise that I'll always be spitting out multiple posts in a week. Hell, there might be periods of weeks where I say absolutely nothing. But whatever I do decide to say will actually be of some meaning. Whether it's me ranting about something, making fun of something, or simply sharing some horrific atrocity of a song from the dark corners of the Internet, it'll involve something that I actually give a shit about. And that should mean that this one isn't starting off with a clock ticking in the background.

And now Liam, James and I have started on a whole new collaborative story. Only this time, I'm contributing what I feel like to it when I actually have an idea, not every time that I deem it 'my turn, so I have to'.