Hello. I’m Will Ludwigsen. You may remember me from such seldom-updated blogs as…this one.
I started blogging in 2001 when I was far more interested in myself than I am now. That decade-long pageant of narcissism included painful whining about not being able to write, a diary of my Clarion experience, a hideous announcement of my divorce, complete reviews of every episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, about fifty short-short stories written to accompany public domain photographs, and a wide assortment of general bitching posts about the world.
Now there’s Facebook for all of that.
I’ve blogged less and less and shorter and shorter because my stories are now more interesting to me than I am. I wake up, go to work, teach a class, write about a thousand words, play a video game, and then retire to bed to read. In fact, that could be my family crest: “Retired to Bed to Read.”
I tell my students that you’re a writer when the work is more important than you are, and I’ve recently wiped my blog of its content because I want to talk about all the great weird things I love and write about…and way less about me.
So what will I be blogging about?
Writing, I’m sure. Teaching creative writing from time to time, too. My rare and infrequent adventures in the real world, of course. And mostly the strange things and places and stories I find that portend some sign of imagination in the universe.
My collection In Search Of and Others is appearing early next year, and I want this site to be more like the spirit of that title story, full of cool strange things and crackpot theories.
And yes, I may repost some of the old content you enjoyed. Some of those Postcard Stories may return for encores, and there might even be new ones.
I hope you’ll come along.
