One of the earliest memories I have of my writing career was when I had written a series of comic books called ‘The Adventures of Astronauts in Space’ when I was around nine. It lasted for ten issues and had a very, very, very limited run due to the immensely terrible quality and also the lack of resources to properly publish the comic outside of my household. The comics do exist in digital form, still unpublished. They will never be released, at least not in their current form. That’s a whole thing I’m not wanting to think about at the moment.
My career as a reader began pretty much when I was born. My hometown of Springfield, Illinois was–and still is, in my opinion–a pretty alright town. Central and southern Illinois always seemed to be the epitome of what middle America is supposed to look like. Springfield isn’t as big as St. Louis or Chicago but it’s a pretty decent size. There’s quite a bit to see and do and experience that anyone hasn’t been to Springfield will be entranced and excited by. As a native of Springfield I’m fairly proud of it. Despite the praise I’ve given I didn’t exactly have a happy childhood there. Nothing to do with the town itself, just the things that happened in it.
The only good thing that came from that town was the house that I had lived in for twelve years, more specifically my bedroom. Said room was situated in the basement where there was a door that led up to the backyard. Inside was a dresser, bed, a TV at one point, and shelves on the opposite side of the room that were filled with books. A lot of the books were more advanced for me to understand at the time, but there was a collection of children books. Every so often I would pull a book from the shelf and read it. In hindsight it didn’t matter if I could understand the words that were on the page, it only mattered that I was reading. Eventually I would go on to read The Tale of Despereaux and A Series of Unfortunate Events. These were the first two books that I ever finished fully. I suppose that’s when my reading career began to take off.
Very recently I had a meeting with the people who are currently funding my college education (Department of Human Services, or DHS for short). We talked about what plans I had career-wise. In the meeting I realized, as I often do, that I had not been writing too much on this blog. I’ve started talking with a career counselor working at the college and we talked about my past writing experience and one of the things that counted as experience was maintaining an online blog. They asked if I had one I said I did. They made a point of saying that I put the URL of the blog on my resume so that potential employers know where to go to see my writing.
Well…if you’re a potential employer and you’re reading this: Hello!
If I’m honest I haven’t been good at maintaining a blog over the past…eleven years. I’ve had a few blogs here and there and each time I make one I end up forgetting about it due to school or other complications, or end up not having motivation to keep doing it and I just let it fall to the wayside. The lack of motivation comes from the fact that no one seems to be reading or responding to what I write on these blogs. I’ve never been known to be adept at being social, and a lot of the time when I think about this issue of writing blogs i always wonder to myself if the issue is much larger than my lack of posts and social ineptitude. Am I not entertaining enough for people to read? Do people even care about me or what I write? Do my friends care? My family?
I’ve gotten better at socializing over the years, in real life at least. Social media is a different story. It’s just exhausting, more exhausting than actual socializing. Despite my growth as a social creature I’m not exactly an expert, that’s how I feel anyway. No matter which kind of socializing I do, online or offline, I’m always good at starting relationships but never keeping them.
I’m getting off track. Over thanksgiving I started reading Stephen King’s book On Writing and in reading it I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to put forth more effort towards making a backlog of writing over the next year, otherwise I can kiss my dreams of being a writer goodbye. I’m starting now before the next year starts so that I’m more prepared for doing it over 2019.
I hope that you, reading this now, will join me. If you do, follow me on Twitter @JTeam95 and you’ll be notified when I post next time. Plus you’ll see what I do in between posts and other things. If you don’t, at least pop in every now and then to see how I’m doing. That’d be appreciated.
Jeff Rodgers (12-9-2018)