November of this year Writer’s Desk will be four years old. Wow. A lot has happened in those four years, most of which I never expected. My main purpose in starting the blog was to have a place to decompress and be myself. I never expected other people to read it, four years later my post about my relationship to a Peanuts character gets 27 hits on the day it was published. I have had several blog spaces before but WordPress is the only one I have stuck with long-term. I think it’s because I started Writer’s Desk of my own volition and not because I felt pressured into doing so which is how I felt with my LiveJournal and several others. I am not exactly the person I was four years ago and just like me this blog has evolved since its first post. You might notice that if you go looking for that post you will not find it. Is the only post within the blog labeled private and it will stay that way. I have met some wonderful people through the medium of this blog and I’m profoundly grateful for their presence in my life even though we only know each other through comments left on one another’s blogs. Overall I have become a much more confident person. I am less afraid to share my opinions and considerably less worried about what other people think that I was when I first started writing here. I always encourage people to comment whether they agree with me on on a subject or not and I will continue to do so because I believe the ability to express different opinions in a nonconfrontational manner is an important skill that we should all regularly exercise. Who knows where I’ll be another four years but I can guarantee you I will still be writing in this blog.
When I first started this blog I didn’t use my given name, depending on the subject I may use my name and I may not. My initial reason for not using my name was simple: I didn’t want anybody I knew in “real-life” to stumble on the blog uninvited and know that I said things which they might very well disagree with and therefore start a not necessarily nice debate. I have noticed something however, the longer I write the less concerned I am about people who disagree with my viewpoint. I have decided this year to be who I am and make no apologies. I will not deliberately incite unrest, I am not a verbal anarchist but neither shall I remain silent when I think something is important.I welcome debate, but not mudslinging, world politics has too much of that already, “blog politics” doesn’t need it. I leave you with this: my name is Rachel, those of you who know my last name probably are at least personally acquainted with me, those of you who don’t will not find it here. Either way know that I sincerely appreciate anyone who reads this blog, if you have read it for very long at all you probably realize that I have self-esteem issues at the best of times, the fact that people read even if they don’t comment assures me that I’m not screaming into a black hole with no one to hear.
I believe that anger can be constructive for most people, I am not so sure if my anger in particular would be classified as constructive in any situation. Most of the time if I get angry at something it grows slowly it feels as though it’s choking me.I get angry easier than some people. It would be easy to blame my anger on the feelings of helplessness which are unfortunately a regular side effect of my disability, but I’m not sure that my disability is completely to blame for my anger issues. Sometime my anger builds on itself and sometimes it overwhelms me and then I think I temporarily mutate into some kind of firebreathing harpy. I think my anger more on the constructive side if I were able to do something physical with it. I have discovered however that because my main outlet is writing my anger does absolutely nothing for it. I’ve tried to write while angry with very little success. I even find it difficult to write a villain while angry because I can’t focus on the character. I really command those people who can modify their anger into a form of creativity, I have learned that it is harder than it appears.
Inspired by the post about found at Courage 2 Create blog here on WordPress about short stories to read before you die. This post is about books instead of short stories though.
Summer of my German Soldierby Bette Greene.I originally stumbled on this book through a computer game designed to encourage children to read. Yes, it is written on the reading level of a middle school child but it is a wonderful book all the same. The friendship of a Jewish girl and a German POW flies in the face of everything considered right in small town 1940’s era Arkansas but against all odds it endures,putting forth once more the simple truth that doing what is right and and what is easy are not always one and the same. The book also contains the most well thought out simple breakdown of how and why the psychology Hitler used to convince people that his crusade was just worked as well as it did. Even after four years of college I have yet to find a better explanation than the one offered by fictional character Anton Riker.
Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes. Another middele grade book adults would do well to revisit. The way she combines fiction and history is awesome.
The Princess Bride by William Goldman Any adult who appreciates satire should read this book.
You can buy the books at Amazon by clicking the titles.
Several days ago, during the commercial breaks for Criminal Minds, I found myself explaining the concept of blogging to a friend. I explained the various reasons and things about which people keep blogs. Because of that conversation I started thinking about why I personally keep one. Believe it or not I was originally dragged into the world of blogs kicking and screaming.When I was 19 a friend of mine pestered me about not having one, so much so that I finally created a LiveJournal account to finally have some peace on the subject. It has been years since I posted there. Since then my writing has matured vastly, at least in terms of construction, the subject matter can still be rather mundane at times I suppose. Sometimes I wonder why I blog.At the risk of being thought less of I will be honest. My disability and the decided lack of public transport where I live means that I don’t go out nearly as often as I would like. Blogging therefore has become a way to keep contact with the rest of the world. People leave comments sporadically but thanks to the stat tracker I realize that just because no one left a comment doesn’t mean it wasn’t read. As a matter of fact this blog has garnered far more attention than I ever thought it would. I used to believe that I might as well be putting a note in a bottle and casting it adrift for no reason. I have happily discovered I was wrong.