Writing a BLOG is a new experience and one that I do not do often enough. The truth be told, I am not attempting to establish myself as a Blogger.
I have titled my BLOG, The Cotton Chronicles, and given it the tagline- tales of an itinerant seanchaí. Tales because what I present are narrative stories that are hopefully imaginatively recounted. Of a seanchaí in honor of my pure Celtic/Irish DNA and traditional Irish storytellers, the seanchaí. Storytelling was one of the main forms of fireside entertainment among ordinary Irish folk and the storyteller was held in high esteem by the ordinary Irish who revered and cultivated story and song as their principal means of artistic expression. And, an itinerant seanchaí because all my life I have traveled from place to place and have developed a strong sense of Mono no aware (物の哀れ), literally “the pathos of things” (also translated as “an empathy toward things”, or “a sensitivity to ephemera”) is a Japanese term for the awareness of impermanence (無常 mujō), or transience of things, and both a transient gentle sadness (or wistfulness) at their passing as well as a longer, deeper gentle sadness about this state being the reality of life.
I assume that those who follow me must have some interest in things I post even though most of my postings have dealt with my Cotton ancestors. The original goal of my blog was to share the trials and frustrations I encounter attempting to write and publish. However, by sharing these frustrations entails reliving them and why would anyone want to do that!
I have thought about setting a goal of writing at least one blog post a month. But somehow, this seems too artificial. So it looks like my blog will grow in a more spontaneous and organic way and I will post when inspired or feel that I have something I want to say. After all, I really have nothing to prove. My writing is what it is and progresses slowly and painfully. And, the only thing I know for certain is that I must stick with it if I am ever going to finish a book or two. It is such a solitary activity that there is little to share and once I finish a book, it will stand on its own with no need for any commentary from me. For now, I must just keep plugging away in hopes of reaching that point.