New Writer, first post feedback request!
Hi! I've always had a keen interest in creative writing, always wanted a blog where I could connect with others being the screen and just discuss. I've written a few things personally in my journal but am finally deciding to explore this. I'm not really sure which avenues would be best for me to actively work on it, grow, and learn about creative writing. But I decided to start a tumblr and a substack and just start posting what I would otherwise think in my head.
I would like some feedback on my first piece. I know its by no means anything fantastic and probably a little choppy but I'm just starting out and would appreciate some tips on where to go from here. Please be nice, I'm very aware that theres a longs way to go for me.
This initial post is about Tumblr
What has this place come to be? I ask as I open a fresh blank tumblr page.
Why am I here? I know its a desserted island, but I keep returning in hopes I feel the comfort this once brought me.
What used to be a never-ending feed, refreshing and replenishing by the second, has become a ghosttown with niche communities I do not know.
I try to search for my own little corner but I can’t find even a glimpse into a place where I belong.
Its not the first time this has happened. Its not the first “new page” i’ve opened up.
Every now and then I get the urge to start a new blog. Post my thoughts, repost my thoughts, comment my thoughts, maintain anonymity and connect with whats out there.
So I come here with the memories of what this place once was.
It used to be staying up all night editing the html code so the blog had an aesthetically pleasing theme that would draw the viewer. Posting your blog on websites where others could check out and follow for follow. Putting a song on your page which was almost always video games by lana del rey. It was having 5 different blogs with different themes and upkeeping them all.
But now, I come here. I make a new page every so often and abandon its emptiness. There seems to be no place for me here anymore although I yearn for the experience. I miss what this was. I look for it everywhere.
This will go into the void for no one to see or know about it but me, just like my presence here. A silent bystander on the wrong side of one-way glass. Can’t see in, but theres a whole world out there. A world I once knew, but alas has moved on without me.