The gift of story

It’s my birthday and I love getting gifts, but I love it even more to give gifts. So today I give you, dear reader, the gift of a new story: The Oodlanders.

It’s the story that I wrote during Crafting {:} a Life, so for some of my readers it is not new. It is however more polished and shareable now. It’s available in various formats, I even made an audio recording of the story (and now you know what I was recording).

All you need to do is click through to my other site and download it.

Door |2019-08-30T03:15:27+02:0030 augustus 2019|deze dag, flow|1 Reactie

Crafting {:} a Blog

With so many old school bloggers in the room, discussions about blogging were imminent during Crafting {:} a Life. Some never stopped blogging, but were lonely writers for a long time, such as Peter. Others have moved their writing to the corporate silo of Facebook, and then there are people who refound their joy of blogging, such as Ton and me.

I’m glad the event created a space to not only reminisce, but also project a path forwards. Reconnecting to the lost trade of distributed conversations shared publicly, using indie web technology. The discussions even resulted in Rosie setting up a blog.

One of the things that I heard myself saying during one of the sessions was to lower your expectations for sharing online. I noticed during my own FB detox that I got so used to the social media metrics of scoring views, likes and comments, that letting go of them felt like social abandonment. Now that I’ve cleansed this from my system I’m all the more focused on the few connections that matter. I’ve stopped measuring traffic and will only know if you read this when you leave a comment (or web mention). Apparently most of the bloggers in the room did the same thing, acknowledging how much of a relief that was.

Peter never stopped writing because he wanted to document his thoughts, mainly for his son so when he grew older, he could read back about the first years of his life. So his intended audience was one. The most valuable one. If I look back on Peter’s blog, that audience of one resulted in developing a very unique style. Only Peter can write like Peter about Peter’s life. That is the reason why it’s so much fun to read his blog.

For me blogging has always been about thinking out loud, because only when I try to formulate my ideas, I actually know what I’m thinking. Often, while typing, I see fallacies in my own thoughts. There are numerous thoughts that I erased and never published, because they were not holding up once out of my head. So my audience of one is me, but I do like that my actual audience is slightly bigger. The fact that Peter comments every now and then, reveals him as my most loyal reader. And I do hope that my writing is of the authentic quality as Peter’s is.

Door |2019-06-12T16:06:01+02:0012 juni 2019|flow|4 Reacties

Crafting {:} a saga

In one day.

Yesterday was do-day of the conference. I didn’t propose any discussion on the first day, but wanted to do something today: write a story inspired by this event. I also wanted to invite other people to contribute to the story.

In the end only my friend Rob P joined me in the morning, but it was the best partner to brainstorm ideas about the story plot.

I started out with a big paper sheet and stickies to collect ideas and elements. We then identified two crises and started putting the stickies an a curve. This was all with elements of real life, but I wanted it to be a fictional story, so together we started generating ideas for location, character names, crises events based on those real life experiences. Since it was just the two of us, we decided to walk pit of the venue and have a proper coffee at Receiver’s. A great decision, since we came up excellent character names.

And then came the hard part. Writing the story. This was a solitary job, and I spent the next five hours writing it. I got stuck with the storyline at first so I went back to putting stickies on the sheet of paper to map the story line in a logical linear order. I asked Rob to think along and then things fell into place and the writing started to flow.

It turned out to be a saga and I got the chance to read it out loud to all participants before desserts. It was a first draft, so it felt like standing naked in front of a crowd, but the audience was captivated and after finishing I looked up and saw Peter crying. I struck a chord. And he was not the only one. I received to many compliments of pretty much all of the people Peter managed to bring together for two days, telling me it brought tears to their eyes.

Mission accomplished.

P.S.: the story needs editing and re-editing before I can publish it, but it will be available soon.

Door |2019-06-11T14:39:58+02:009 juni 2019|flow|3 Reacties