I honestly can’t remember when I switched over to this WordPress template and made the front page static. It’s been three or maybe even four years, I think? I really like it still, through I confess it was mostly structured this way to obscure the fact that I wasn’t actively blogging anymore. Maybe I’ll rearrange the front page a bit if I hold true to my intention to keep blogging daily.
One of the things I’ve been working on very gradually is shifting all the image hosting here, instead of Flickr. It’s a pretty tedious process, but my goal is eventually shut down my Flickr account completely. I shut down my DeviantArt account down earlier this year, and it’s really pretty liberating to shuck off those vestige footprints of Internet life. I mean, if someone is looking for me, do I want them to come across an account of art or photography that I haven’t touched in five years or more? No, probably not.
The biggest challenge in clearing up my digital detritus is LiveJournal. I started on LiveJournal in 2002, and even when I moved to blogging on this domain exclusively, I still crossposted everything there until 2015.[/efn_note]That’s probably when I switched to this blog template![/efn_note] While I’d love to delete that account, I would hate to lose everything that’s recorded there—so many stories about my kids when they were young, along with random thoughts about dreams and writing and life. I just haven’t found a good way to capture all those entries, so there they lie…
It may seem kind of odd that I’m concerned at all about the artifacts I’ve left lying in different venues online when “what’s left behind” is actually the theme of this whole blog. But then again, we’re talking about stories here, and it’s important to remember that a story is something that’s crafted. If there are artifacts of my journey leftover at places like LiveJournal or DeviantArt or Flickr, and maybe someday places like Twitter or Instagram, that no longer serve the story I want to craft about myself, then I think it’s ok to “rewrite” them as it were.
It’s not changing the past. It’s just keeping the focus on who I am now, instead of who I used to be, or how I got here.
As I was sifting through some of those old entries on LiveJournal, I found this post, dating back to 2006 and what must be my first efforts at writing City of Bridges:
I am falling in love with the oddest bits and pieces of my story.
Sir Eristan Fleuracy. Just the name. Haven’t actually met the man yet.
Shinetower — it turns out this randomly tossed in name is actually a stairway. Shinetower Stair. It just sounds yummy.
“Correagal was a city of bridges. One hundred and twenty-seven of them, on most days…” Correagal is a fascinating place that gets more are more interesting by the word.
“Officially, it was named the Fish Market Bridge…Most people referred to it simply as Floataway, though, because of the times it had broken away from its moorings and floated away down the river…”
See? Somewhere, I had forgotted1 the pleasure of discovery that comes along with writing. It really makes a difference.Me, a long time ago2
I’m sure it’s of little interest to anyone but me, but I find it fascinating to see what problems were plaguing me about the story back then (describing sword fights, the actual quality of my writing, what is the actual plot of this story?) versus now (100% the same things). I do feel I’ve come a long way, though.
Both in City of Bridges, and in who I am today. Nobody needs to see the early drafts but me!