Tom Started a Blog

About a month ago, a ridiculous thought occurred to me: I should start a blog. As with most thoughts I have, I blurted this particular idea out loud, took a big swig of my over-sized beer, and laughed with everyone else in the room. Nobody else laughed.

I’m used to that. I say a lot of funny things that no one laughs at.

But this time it turned out that no one was laughing because everyone was encouraging. Encouraging, me, to start a blog.

The next day I opened the Google machine and typed in these words: how to start a blog. Immediately there was every expert in the world telling me what to do, why to do it, how to say it, and — most importantly — where to start. Instantly, I was overwhelmed.

The most important thing, almost everyone was saying, was to have a clarity of focus so that people could find you easily. You needed a topic.

I didn’t have a topic.

So I started writing. I started writing every other day, religiously. If you know me you know I don’t do anything religiously, except drink beer on Sunday mornings. Some things require practice to maintain. But I figured if I can create a lifetime habit of beer drinking through dedicated practice then surely I could create a writing habit by, you know, writing habitually.

I figured the topic would come.

A month later I’ve written 18 offline blog entries, one every other day, of which I am surpassingly proud. I’ve written about self-improvement, beer-drinking, football, politics, death, parties, bartenders, canines and friends. I have a wide variety of topics to choose from.

And my favorite one is whatever is on my mind today.

I guess I’m not good with rules. I guess I’m not focused enough to create a super-successful, million-follower, award-winning blog for the ages. Yet.

When I first started and learned I needed a topic, I asked everyone I know what the topic should be and I got a hundred different responses. Some were hilarious and others were profound. Then one day one of my friends told me I should write about the one thing I seem to love the most … me.

It was a joke. I think.

But that’s where this thing ended up, after all. This is a blog about me, about my walk through this journey of life and the way I see things as I go along. It may not be much but it is the best that I can do. For now.

Seems like every journey of a thousand miles begins with a first step. So, this is my first step.

Come take a walk with me.

22 comments on Tom Started a Blog

  1. Well, if you learned about blogging,then I should be able to learn how to follow you. Wait, do bloggers have followers or am I transposing verbiage? Proud of you!

    1. Hahaha! Thanks! I’m not sure what they call it but I really appreciate the feedback; thank you for reading! These responses have already taught me a lot about how the system works 🙂

  2. I can’t wait to see what you have to say. It will all be good and entertaining. Love you baby brother.

    1. You are moderating my comment? Haha I am your sister for heaven’s sake! I will give you moderation. 🙂

      1. Hahaha! Hey that’s a built-in system, but only has to happen once. Suffice to say that you are now un-moderated and free to roam about the blog-o-sphere!

    2. Love you, sis! When I started (the habit) a month ago, I quickly found that I couldn’t wait to get started on “blog days.” I leapt from bed with anticipation of the zany things that were going to come from my keyboard. Thank you for reading!

  3. Haha you sure do love you. This will be great. Sometimes I consider blogging, but haven’t yet.

    1. I encourage it! For me, the idea percolated for years; I considered it the first time I ever heard the word “blog” sometime around 2002! The one thing that held me back then was the same thing that froze me this time: a lack of a topic.

      If I have any advice at all (now that I have exactly one blog post and so therefore am an expert 😉 ) it is: don’t worry about what the topic is (yet) and don’t worry about posting (yet), just set aside a regular time and write. A blog post should be 500-700 words, give or take, and should be something you enjoy! After 8-10 times, you’ve got a habit!

      After you have a habit, launch.

      Oh, and one other thing … if you find it scares the hell out of you, you’re on the right track. 🙂

      Thanks for reading, Dani!

    1. Thank you, Dylan! This whole thing would be lost without the support of you and Ryan; I am eternally grateful for your patience and feedback. Next round is on me!

  4. Ton I would love for you to write about you memories of growing up in the big family! I want so bad to about all of my family and if you start doing this I think you will get lots of comments from not only you brothers and sisters but nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts and uncles. Would not be long before we could build a bridge on the Wynis and Kate Lamb Cummins family. Would be a lots things that we don’t about each other and be so interesting. Think about it!!! Love, Aunt Betty

    1. That does sound fun, Aunt Betty! I’ll incorporate some of that into the master plan. I love this family, and the stories are as endless as they are intriguing.

      Thank you for reading!

  5. I just found your blog, I like it! I think it started a bit similar for me too, but I’m pretty much still at the beginning.. Also, canines and beers, you’re my man!

    Cheers and good luck!

    1. Thanks for finding me, sparksandrocks! Those pups bring me joy and those beers keep me sane. No doubt there’ll be more of both in my future! Welcome to the random, and often verbose, world of Tom Being Tom!

  6. I see you’ve packed your bags, and headed out the door. The taxi ride was fun, that accident with the plumbing supply truck and the port-a-potty delivery van was interesting, but now you’re sitting at the terminal waiting for your flight and you think you’re journey has already begun. And it has. You’re committed. You’ve unzippered your mind to adsorb new and contentious experiences. I look forward to reading more of your blog-a-logue. Have a pleasant flight. (Don’t mind the nervous guy, his face a sheen of sweat, his briefcase, clutched tightly to his chest, leaking a gelatin like syrup down his leg…)

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