It is often said that a person returning from travel is not the same as the person who first embarked on the travel. One basic example is me.
A few months ago I announced my intentions to start a new blog before my friends, a blog dealing with the realistic side of parenthood. That is, a blog where you won’t be able to read that the birth of my child was the happiest moment of my life (conception was much more fun; during the birth itself I was tired after two sleepless nights in a row, and seriously worried for my wife); nor would you have been able to read that parenthood is as rewarding as an unexplored gold mine.
I had plans for this blog. For a start, I built it in WordPress, with the intention of learning a new (for me) blogging system that also happens to be a much more powerful web publishing tool than Google’s Blogger is. The blog was meant for me to hone my skills at writing I can try and sell later. Adopting a serious approach, I drafted some posts with ideas and highlights.
Then I went on a month long overseas trip, and four countries later I came back home feeling as if writing about parenthood, or at least seriously writing about parenthood, is the last thing on my mind. I suspect this was the result of two factors:
- Drowning in the very pleasurable task of processing the 27GB of photos and videos I took during on the trip. I’m enjoying it, but it takes ages and consumes too much of my post blogging spare time.
- The realization that, generally speaking, there are topics I am much more interested in discussing than parenthood. Things like gadgets, the Internet, or civil liberties in the context of the virtual world are all things I tend to get much more excited about.
The question would eventually go back to where and how I see myself starting to write stuff I can offer for publication. Perhaps I will find, eventually, that writing about parenthood is the way for me to put a foot in the door. In the mean time, though, I declare my previously declared parenthood blog dead.