I used to blog a lot. I used to be active on lots of forums and they were the source of inspiration. Someone would ask a question, I'd write it out as a blog post and then keep linking to it instead of answering repeatedly. I remember writing blog posts like tweets.
Now, there are too many contents online (both good and bad), and I always felt "someone must have written about it somewhere."
A few years back, I began to write again but this time, I write for myself, family, and friends. I no longer care about who reads or visits my blog(s). I have no analytics, no comments, no nothing.
Not as frequent as 15+ years ago but now I write our family stories, collect and document things I'm inspired by, aspire to be, etc on our blog(s). I'm even writing my memoir so I can read it later in life. This is a fun one, trying to remember early/younger years friends. Write about the adventures with the friends who have died, organizing search effort for friends whom I have lost touch and then finding them in places where Internet is still a luxury. If you just sit still for a while, you began to realize your life is an adventure.
I also write a lot on physical pen/paper too. I have one special paper notebook dedicated to my daughters. It is not hidden but is usually around my desk, and I write as and when I feel like or prompted by incidents. I want it to be written in my handwriting for them to read, now and in the future.
I similarly have a “tech blog” that only a couple of non-tech friends know about (admittedly it wouldn’t be hard to find if someone searched for it, but who would want to do that). It’s good writing and thinking practice, especially because when my friends read it they make fun of it in ways that help me clear up my writing, even if they don’t fully understand the content.
This is nice to hear. I've favorited your comment on HN. I do something similar where I try to write what happened to me every day, it makes it interesting to look back over the years.
Now, there are too many contents online (both good and bad), and I always felt "someone must have written about it somewhere."
A few years back, I began to write again but this time, I write for myself, family, and friends. I no longer care about who reads or visits my blog(s). I have no analytics, no comments, no nothing.
Not as frequent as 15+ years ago but now I write our family stories, collect and document things I'm inspired by, aspire to be, etc on our blog(s). I'm even writing my memoir so I can read it later in life. This is a fun one, trying to remember early/younger years friends. Write about the adventures with the friends who have died, organizing search effort for friends whom I have lost touch and then finding them in places where Internet is still a luxury. If you just sit still for a while, you began to realize your life is an adventure.
I also write a lot on physical pen/paper too. I have one special paper notebook dedicated to my daughters. It is not hidden but is usually around my desk, and I write as and when I feel like or prompted by incidents. I want it to be written in my handwriting for them to read, now and in the future.