Well, here it is, my new website, at least in its first version. I rather like it. It seems very me somehow, green and leafy and pre-Raphaelite. It’s also much easier to update, so I can let you know what I’m doing now. For the old website, I actually wrote the HTML, which was certainly worth learning, but it’s nice not to have to do that.
It will take a while to get used to this new blog, and since this site is not yet on my own domain, I feel as though I’m writing to myself. Who’s out there reading this? But I’m sure you all will find your way here eventually.
I’ve used my blog for a variety of purposes in the past, but I think that from now on, I’m going to use it specifically to write about the Writing Life, meaning my life as a writer, the struggles and sometimes depressing aspects of it, and also the joy (because there’s a great deal of joy as well). I’m going to continue writing bits of stories, the way I did on my old blog, so you’ll hear more about Mother Night and the Gentleman and Mrs. Moth and Emily Gray and Hyacinth. I do like writing about them.
This is part of the writing life too, creating a space for yourself on the internet. (Any writer who thinks she doesn’t need to do that is kidding herself. If you’re not willing to put yourself out there, to become a part of the community of writers and, more importantly, readers, you may as well give up now. I know this is a controversial statement, but if you don’t want your writing to be read and recognized, if you don’t want to communicate, why are you doing this?)
So here I am, getting used to a new blog, feeling strange at first. But it will get more familiar with time and postings.
Soon, back to my story . . .