What are words worth?

So we start again. Third time, I've started a new blog in a new location. And I'm not really sure why. In recent months I've cut right back on my blogging activity, because it was just taking up too much time. And I can't say I've particularly missed it. But something inside tells me I'm not ready to let our latest online eviction notice be the end of my blogging adventure.

Truth is I wonder whether I've genuinely been blogging before now. My first foray (on Blogger as it happens) lasted for a few posts only and the lack of interaction did for me. I persevered in my second attempt, plucked up the courage to speak to a couple of others on the same platform, and before I knew it blogging (or was it social networking) was taking over my life. When Yahoo 360 was unceremoniously closed down I moved with the crowd to a new home with a new optimism. Existing (and new) online friendships developed and flourished in our new playground, but for the most part the experience withered during 11/12 as we all found new distractions (step forward Messrs Zuckerburg and Dorsey) and less inspiration for genuinely insightful writing. (I'll excuse Neil and Charlie from this last slanderous remark). With hindsight it should have been self-evident to us all that the platform we had chosen was a burning one, but we fiddled while the flames licked around us. Eventually Multiply decided that simply not developing or supporting their 'product' wasn't going to be sufficient to wake us up and so served eviction notices on us. This time I decided to gather up some of my belongings on my way out and you can find nearly five years worth of meaningless mutterings here should you be interested (in truth I'm proud of some of it, but I'm not telling you which bits).

Which brings me back to what was supposed to be my central theme - why have I decided to start up again and not just throw in the towel and accept that it was nice while it lasted. Well it seems to me that I like 'the idea of writing'. I don't harbour any illusions that I'm good at it, in fact I'm quite aware that finding the right words can often be a difficult and slow process for me. (Not for me the four or five page 'blessays' that dear Mr Fry appears to knock off in a single stream of conciousness) But still I find the process of writing to be good for the soul... and I'd like to invest in my soul for the good of my spirit. And if I'm going to treat myself to some writing time, then I may as well preserve what I write somewhere, and even see if anyone else finds it vaguely interesting.

Experience suggests that my themes will tend towards lots of stuff about music, the occasional comedy video, maybe some football now and again and once in a while a little bit of politics. Its not that I don't try to expand my horizons - but ultimately its those things that interest me and that will probably continue to inspire me to go from simply hearing that little dictation voice that plays and replays word combinations in my head, to consciously listening to him and being bothered to capture it for posterity.