Sunday, May 10, 2009

It was all fairy cakes and Club Orange around here, you missed out

So, a year ago today I sat down, largely on a whim, and wrote this post. And from that moment on I have been a blogger. Bloggers, to my mind, were largely the people spoken of in tones of both hushed confusion and utter derision by the print media. They were the people who made me laugh by saying what everyone else was thinking, but had previously had no outlet to do so. It was somewhat disconcerting to find out that it really was that easy to join this club, who had previously sounded a little like the Freemasons to me. I had, as I so succinctly put it then, no fucking clue what I was doing. But people responded to me anyway, so I kept on trucking. A year on and this stream of precisely 180 posts seems to have been the catalyst for a huge amount of change in my life. I wasn't intending on meeting anyone through this stuff, let alone making friends whose writing I genuinely respect and enjoy. Let alone falling in love with someone.
But it's great because it means that, though I've contemplated killing this whole thing stone dead on many a dark night I'll always be incredibly glad that I started it. It means that I look at virtually everything in the world around me and wonder whether I might have anything worthwhile to say about it. It means that, for better or worse, I can picture a good few of the people who read this blog and try to work out whether they might enjoy what I've put up.
Mostly, it means that I can enjoy the monstrous ego trip that is tied up so tightly with the notion of people enjoying what I've written - whoever they are. I've been called a couple of names I didn't deserve in response to things I've written, but I've been told a hell of a lot of nice things I didn't deserve too. Recently, I've happened upon a concept called 'standards'. That is to say, the idea that I might be selective and careful in what I write, rather than just spilling everything out onto the screen. The lady and I were talking recently about how frustrating a band The Flaming Lips are, as they produce beautiful songs and utter tosh in equal measure - a fact that can't have fully escaped them. I mused that perhaps they simply like to throw everything they do out there for public consumption, and let time be the judge of how good it is. My approach to blogging was similar for a while, as summed up in a quote from one of those lazy diary posts I put up ages ago: "Do not worry about the foolishness and banality of what you write; let Time take care of it."
Time has shown me so far that some of the posts I thought were shite are now worth reading, and that others I was quite proud of at the time are awful offal. And Time has taught me that I am embarrassed by those ones so, for now at least, I am adopting a policy of greater selectiveness.
Which, in turn, is making me reluctant to say anything at all most of the time. Still, in a world where Twitter is bringing us every vague thought and bowel movement that ever occurred to anyone, it's a policy that makes me. A friend - a friend who doesn't read or know about my blog- told me only a few minutes ago to me that I am a secretive, private man. I am far from this, I am a man who is happy to reveal coruscatingly personal details about my life to anyone who'll listen. But only sometimes.
Welcome to the next year of Chancing My Arm and thanks for choosing to read here, it mollifies me beyond belief.

19 comment(s):

Anonymous said...

This blog needs more filth. All blogs need more filth.

Sort it.

Annie said...


Darren said...

One year on? Astounding. So much change in so little time.

John Braine said...

"And from that moment on I have been a blogger"

These Bloggers seem to be a group of t'internet guerillas with their fingers on the pulse of current affairs and reviled by traditional media.

I have a blog but I'm definitely not a BloggersHappy burty.

John Braine said...

Wtf? who did a blank line turn into an S

John Braine said...

Wtf? How did a how turn into a who.

I give up. Too early on a Monday.

catherine said...

Ah so that's what we were celebrating on Saturday. Awesome.

Andrew said...

Maxi - Well, several of my early posts featured pictures of young ladies in varying states of uncladdedness, in a desperate bid to drum up a bit of traffic. Many hits from people googling them, but no comments at all.

Annie - Exactly.

Darren - yeah, it's been kinda huge really.

John B x3 - It's now 2pm and it's still far too early. And thanks.

Catherine - Ummm...yeah, that's why I snuck away leaving you with my bar bill to pay; I knew that had you known it was almost my blogiversary you'd have insisted on buying me drinks all night.

Rosie said...

you needn't think i'm baking a cake.

or more biscuits.

catherine said...

Well, it was my round.

Oh, and the biscuits are all gone. Nom.

NaRocRoc said...

Happy Mofo Bloggiversary Mofo.

Keep on truckin'.

Meadow said...

Congratulations, old timer. And I'm looking forward to more.

Ben said...

For the record I have socks older than this blog. And pants older than you. Yes i know, you are probably older than me.

Keep writing.

I had a beard first.

B said...

What's changed in the last year? I wanna know.

Andrew said...

NaRocRoc - Cheers. Mofo.

meadow - thank you, I'll try.

Ben - I was born with a beard, you geebag.

B - Well, I kinda spelled out some of the things that have changed in this post. And have spent the last year doing so from time to time, vaguely.

Sarah Gostrangely said...

Happy Blogiversary you Chancer

Sarah Gostrangely said...

Or should I say, Chanceur.

Green of Eye, Sharp of Claw said...

Dagnammit,i miss the sugar buzz and opportunity to shake your hand virtually :P

A year seems like a lifetime in blogging terms, congrats my dear!

Rutland Place said...

Quite the milestone. Tips hat.