“Perfectionism” is an excuse used often.

When we have to ask ourselves why we still haven’t put anything out there yet, we say it’s because it’s not good enough. We pander — hesitating to tell our beloved others about what we’re up too. When we keep all of our messy drafts to ourselves. I’m starting to believe, though, that this is a gentle lie. The honest reason we stop ourselves from putting what we create out there is fear. A gnawing fear that what we do simply won’t matter.

A Case Study

First off, full disclosure that I personally love the idea of personal journal-keeping. In the field of writing, I don’t think it gets nearly as much recognition as it should. Though I’m going to try my best to avert my bias and presume I’m in the minority.

But my own writing is so chicken-scratch that I never found physically keeping a diary as viable. As an alternative, I’ve tried a variety of different apps instead. These include Penzu, Day One and Journey.

What’s the purpose of the blog?

Ultimately, this is an experiment. A sandbox for me to write—hopefully even edit—thoughts about subjects that I’m passionate about.

But that doesn’t give a satisfying answer. In order to properly understand, I’ll need to explain a bit of embarrassing history.

It's a jinx to write up introduction posts. Too often do writers just abandon whatever project they had in mind right after the first post.