Besides my own blog I publish on a few other blogs. I’ve also had the privilege of having some of my work published in print publications as well. For me, writing is not only a way of processing but also quieting my mind. Sometimes my mind is too occupied with many things. Writing becomes a way of expelling some thoughts, allowing me to focus on other things. I’m feeling the impact of writing less.
“I’ve been reluctant to vlog and why I’m changing my mind”. A decent title for my first “vlogging” attempt in a while. I’ve been creating content–mostly long written form and it’s actually stupid not to take advantage of video. Some people are participating in V.E.D.A. (Vlog Everyday In April) and I thought this would be a great time for me to explore vlogging again. Without saying too much here’s episode 01, “Why I’ve Been Reluctant To Vlog And Why I’m Changing My Mind”
It’s about a year since Ahmed “Kathy” Kathrada passed away. Kathy fought apartheid alongside icons like Nelson Mandela. Mandela, South Africa and the world at large held Kathy in high esteem. I write this shortly after reading breaking news of Winnie Madikizela-Mandela‘s passing. Winnie fought apartheid. Her and Nelson were married at some point. She was 81.
For some reason I was thinking about the anniversary of Kathy’s death when I saw the news about Winnie. Hence the references to them. When Nelson Mandela passed away I thought about what makes a great legacy. I wrote some of my thoughts here. Thinking about Kathy and Winnie, again, made me think about the nature of legacies and how we remember people.
One of the reasons I don’t read fiction is that it seems to take me longer than most. I’m no super reader, like Ingrid. She can read and finish a 400-page book in a day. That’ll be a month for me. This is one of the reasons I rarely read fiction. Instead, I listen to or watch fiction. I’m a slow reader. Upfront: being a slow reader hasn’t diminished my love for the written word.
I’ve written tens, even hundreds of thousands of words with the intention of publishing them. While I’ve published some, some of the words got no eyeballs besides mine. That blog unpublished blog post. They rest in a graveyard on my computer. Some of them I deleted. Where do deleted words actually go? Weird thought, right? But why does the blog post I didn’t publish exist?