If anyone has taken the time to read back through my posts, they will remember that I had put this blog on hiatus last December. I just didn't think I had anything to write. It seemed that all I did was moan about this, that or the other. And, I shared some personal hurt I took when sharing my music with a friend. I said at the time I wish I could find someone who was blogging about the same things I wanted to, but did it better. I had given up.
Well, fast forward a couple months, a broken leg, a few surgeries and plenty of time to play. On a lark I googled the words guitar and musings. What I found is a great blog called, tada! Guitar Musings. It's written by Larry who, in all appearance, is just a regular guy striving learn and grow with his guitar skills.
I dropped Larry an email thanking him for writing on this subject. He was kind enough to reply. In turn, I mentioned Amish Guitar. I didn't think much of it, but he took the time to check it out. He sent me another kind email and gave me a link to ProBlogger.
Well, between reading tips on ProBlogger and being inspired by Guitar Musings, I found myself enjoying my playing more AND wanting to write about it, warts and all. Larry's posts showed me that I can write about my limitations but still be positive. My blog will most likely always be more on the personal side, a little bit rough and unpolished, and some of my emotions on my sleeve, but I'm writing again and having fun doing it.
Check out the links.
And, thanks Larry.
Labels: blog writers, blogging
I'll have to check out the Leonard Cohen song soon.
I look forward to reading more posts and keep on playing. It's the best medicine I can think of. Also, sorry to hear about your leg, broken legs are tough. I broke my ankle/leg playing softball about 10 years back. Two operations, 1 screw and a cast later, I’m doing well. It still bothers me but not as much as having to sit around and using crutches.
Larry McDowell (Guitar Musings)
Crutches? I dreamed of using crutches. No, I did it good and got to use a walker. My mom threatened to sew up a little pocket to hang from the front like her residents at the retirement home. :^)