New Blog, Who Dis?
Same voice, same chaos, fancier furniture
Welcome, wanderer! You’ve just stumbled across Of Wanderings and Words, which is either exactly what you were looking for… or the digital equivalent of taking a wrong turn and somehow ending up in somebody's backyard meadow with your shoes off. Either way, glad you’re here.
So, let’s get this out of the way. Yes, this blog recently moved. It used to live over on Blogger, which was very meadow-like in its own way — wild, a little neglected, cozy enough to spread a picnic blanket on. But truly awesome meadows need good soil to thrive, and Blogger stopped getting watered sometime around the invention of TikTok. So here we are, replanted in richer ground — Ghost.
But this isn’t really a story about platforms. This is about what this blog is, in case you're completely new to me and didn't find your way here through any of my social media or other sites.
A Place for Fragments
One thing you’ll find here is fragments. Not in the broken-shards-on-the-floor sense (although, hey, some of my posts probably qualify), but in the sense of thoughts that don’t necessarily need to be long, sprawling essays to matter.
I often like to write pieces that are more like postcards than novels — little glimpses, tiny snapshots of what I’m thinking about. A stray observation about tarot. A small essay about a movie I can’t stop watching. A piece of flash fiction. A thought that’s too long for social media but not tidy enough for Medium or Substack.
These fragments are like breadcrumbs leading you through the forest. You don’t always know where they’ll lead (and sometimes I don't, either), but they tend to keep the wandering interesting.
A Place for Reflections
Then there are the reflections — the essays where I take an idea, hold it up to the light, and tilt it around at my leisure to really see all the angles. Sometimes it’s something personal, sometimes cultural, sometimes spiritual. Often, it’s a bit of all three. (Of Wanderings and Words has always been a personal blog, so I don't set many rules for myself here.)
The reflections are my way of working things out for myself in public, like everyone used to do online back when old-school blogging was it. I don’t come in with answers so much as questions. (Answers are boring. Questions have better shoes.)
A Place for Essays That Refuse to Behave
This is probably my favorite category — the essays that honestly still don’t know what they want to be when they grow up. They start as one thing — a review, a rant, a meditation — and end up as something else entirely. They’re the angsty teenagers of this blog. Moody, defiant, rolling their eyes at the idea of “structure.” Just like me, really.
If you’re the type of reader who likes essays that march neatly from thesis to conclusion, this might not be the place for you. Many of my personal essays have a tendency to wander. They take detours. They get lost and come back with flowers in their hair, and that's honestly the way I like it.
So, Why Blogging in 2025?
You might be wondering, why blog at all? Isn’t blogging supposed to be dead? Don’t people just scroll TikTok now and call it a day?
Well, yes. But also, no. Blogging may not be the hot new thing anymore, but that’s exactly why I love it. It feels like slow home-cooked fare in an era of fast food content. It’s the opposite of hustle culture’s hamster wheel. Also, I'm a Gen X holdover from the old-school internet days when people still popped online and published because they actually had something to say. I like to think I'm playing some small part in keeping that alive.
Here, I don’t need to “go viral” or “build a funnel” or whatever other action phrases so-called content creators and influencers are using these days. I can just write. You can just read. We can both breathe.
And honestly? Writing like this keeps me sane. So, blogging it is.
What This Space Is and Isn't
So, if Of Wanderings and Words isn't a formal publishing space or someone's latest attempt to try to make it big as an influencer or a thought leader, what is it, then? Well, here are some clues:
- It is personal. You’ll find essays about creativity, spirituality, writing, films, and the messy process of trying to live a thoughtful life.
- It isn’t polished to death. I save that energy for the platforms where polish matters. (Hey there, Medium and Substack.)
- It is a place to experiment. Expect tangents, detours, half-thoughts that sometimes blossom into full essays later.
- It isn’t about algorithms. I don't bait my readers with clickbait or listicles that feel like they’ve been optimized by a toaster.
This is my online meadow where I'm allowed to be as random, creative, and unapologetically neurodivergent as I wish. You’re welcome to wander in, sit in the grass, and read whatever catches your eye.
The Invitation
If you like what you find here, you can subscribe for free, and new posts will land in your inbox. No need to remember to come back, no messy bookmarks you’ll never click again. Just essays delivered like little letters, directly from my writing desk to your inbox.
And if you don’t? That’s fine too. You’re free to wander away, come back later, or just enjoy this as a one-time picnic. No obligations, no pressure.
Looking Forward
Moving to Ghost simply feels like the right next step at this point, not because I wanted to reinvent this blog, but because I wanted it to have a home that could actually grow with me. Blogger was wonderful while it lasted, but Ghost gives me a space that feels alive — a genuinely healthy meadow with lanterns and paths that actually lead people here.
So what’s next? More of the same, honestly. More fragments, more reflections, more essays that refuse to behave. More writing that grows wherever the hell it wants to grow.
So, thank you for wandering in. I hope you’ll stay awhile.
