The world of Blogging mystifies me. Many things do, but writing is my passion and everyone tells me that to be read, I have to Blog. A Web log, who knew, has eluded me for 3 years. Until finally, my best friend in the world told me to get off my number (pronounced nummer in this case) and get on with it. In the meantime, I have had time to write and self-publish 2 books and am currently in the process of writing the 3rd and 4th.
But Blogging appeals because I am always dreaming and imagining and Facebooking and Twittering (which also mystify me) and journalling, and so writing this and that for a selected few or no one in particular. That is where this new Blog comes in. I am writing to and for you….oh, and for me too. I want a record of my thoughts that can go public, unlike my journal which is reserved for my kids one day when I’ve popped me clogs (died).
I am at the age when many are thinking of slowing down….well, that’s not really true. My generation, the Baby Boomers, is trying to prove it is every bit as active and energetic as any younger generation. My people go to great lengths to prove we can do anything they can do and do it better, partly because we have wisdom and maturity now….yeah, right. I could tell you tales. But I digress. The truth is, if you are born to write, then write you must, beginning at any age. Starting later just means we have a little more to say….hopefully. That argument can easily fall apart when I meet some young whipper-snapper who has climbed every mountain, forded every stream and done a million things I never did at the ripe old age of 27. My youngest daughter at 24 has already visited more countries than I and gone further afield in her short life.
But I have life experience and have sired three children and run a business or two and failed and succeeded and failed and succeeded again. I have been a truck driver and a preacher and a missionary and a musician and a salesperson and a thousand other things in my 64 years as well as being a father and a husband (once upon a time). Now, in my latter years, I want to write more and more and tell you stories that, I hope, stimulate your imagination as well as pique your interest. With a take on things that at times can be somewhat controversial, at times off-the-wall, possibly exaggerated in spots, annoyingly real and truthful, but never dull (in my opinion), these stories shall be the highlight of your day, but mostly of mine.
Expat Larry is me. I write under this name. My 2nd book is titled Expat Larry. My profile explains it a bit, my author’s website even more. I have no country any more. Not really. I live in imaginary and composite worlds every night in my dreams. I have both Canadian and British (European Union) passports, but those are for convention. That word annoys me in the 21st century, as do Religion, Politics, Economic, Banks (yeah, OK, same idea), Putin, Mugabe, Harper, Cameron and on and on. You get the idea. That’s where the controversy comes in that I wrote about just now. Expat Larry does not like to be limited. The universe is too large to bring everything down to a few people dictating how we should then live. Voting does nothing except shuffle the same old deck of cards. Writing gives me the freedom to be anywhere, any time in whatever context I choose. No one has to agree with me, but I have the freedom to say what I like and be curmudgeonly about it if I so choose.
That being said, the stories you read shall not be offensive….not to any of good heart and an open mind. There shall be much humour. I can laugh at almost anything. Mostly myself. I have done and said and been some daft characters in my lifetime. I chuckle when I think of myself as a preacher. I woke up in 2004, during Lent (giving up Lent for Lent so to speak). I say ‘woke up’ because I felt like I had slept for most of my life in the security of a faith that was both limiting and, well, just plain untrue. Aren’t they all? Untrue to the extent that they are not universally true, only parochially true. No one has the answer to everything and no other worldly being is going to save us from ourselves. No one can prove otherwise. I tried for years. It’s a crock. In my opinion naturally. I have encountered many fine people who disagree and I say, believe what you like. Whatever gets them through the day, just keep it to yourselves….unless they set up a Blog (and many have) to proclaim their truth about Jesus and the Bible, the wonders of a Buddhist life, the majesty of Islam, the invasion of aliens from outer space or the endless self-help, “We are all God” types. Bless you all. This is my Blog.
Some of my stories are going to be about faith, or lack thereof, and others just about the foibles of life, mine and those around me. Name changing to protect the innocent? The innocent, yes….the guilty? Look out. Observations are mostly subjective unless irrefutably proven otherwise, so these stories are based on one person’s perceptions of irrefutably true investigations and conclusions about life around him. I promise to be as truthful as possible, while having license to roam the world of imagination to see how far an observation can be stretched in order to make a devastatingly good point.
The most difficult part of this Blogging journey so far has been setting up the site. I am a technophobe. Most people my age say that. We mean it, most of us. I have learned my way around parts of a computer, how to turn it on etc., but setting up a website or this Blog is another thing entirely. What theme to use and how to get to the place where they are found, what colours to use in the background and how to apply that, headers and….well, it never ends. I press things and curse and press other things and swear some more. I am a typical male, if such a one exits, who never reads instructions. I’m smart. I can figure things out rationally. So, in the end, I gave in and read the beginner’s guide and it still took me three days to get this far. I apologise for my lack of creativity. I have read everything there is on Widgets and still have no clue how to get them, let alone how to use them. Anyway, I’m a writer, not a technical artist. Don’t you just admire those people on movie credits who create new worlds simply by computing them? I do….grudgingly.
Here goes. Going to Publish now. There’s a button on the bottom to the right that tells me that’s where I press to send this Blog into cyberspace. I hope some of you see it. If so, please let me know. Not sure yet how you do that. I’ll have to read up on it again. I think it may involve Widgets. Cursed little things.