I have wanted to write since I was a kid. Ever since I first saw Star Wars, back in 1977. A lot of people tell the same story. Over the years I’ve written countless snippets of stories, short stories, a handful of novels (that will not be published and you’re welcome), even a screenplay, or two.
In the mid-90’s when it was first possible to set up a free HTML website … I think it was homestead.com, which still hosts websites (no, this is not a plug. I don’t use them), I created a blog before it was even called a blog. I threw up some graphics on static html pages and filled then with my opinions on … I don’t even remember. I’m sure it was all riveting stuff back when I was a 20 something. I called it “Hotdog and the Alligator.” Why? I just wanted an odd name that would stand out. It didn’t.
That site didn’t last long.
Eventually, I tried blogger.com. That was the original cliffymania site. I tried putting up a few opinion pieces and theology pieces. That site didn’t last long, either.
Then I heard about NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writer’s Month. Write a 50,000 word novel in a month. I wanted to be a writer and this sounded really cool. Right off the bat, I misunderstood the instructions. I thought it said to use a blog site to write a 50,000 word story. Turns out, this was just a suggestion and I put my so-rough-no one-should-even-read-by-accident writing out there for the world. Each day I made a post of that day’s writing and I actually finished that year. A little over 50,000 words in one month. <- Not bad for someone with a short attention span.
That site is gone now, too.
Eventually I created Cliffymania.com. This site was mildly successful and that’s not a typo. I mean “mild” not “wild.” I reached over 400 posts and I was getting a handful of hits every day. I rebranded this site a couple times, but it stayed cliffymania.com.
But all good things and what not and I killed it.
I didn’t want to write any more. It was too painful and I was certain no one cared about it anyway. <– That’s me being overly dramatic.
Of course, I couldn’t stay away from writing. I regrouped, reevaluated, and rebranded. It’s all in the rebranding these days.
Bringing me to this site, CliffRichardson.com.
Which I killed.
Restarted as a site called Snapshot wherein I tried to take a picture and write a thousands words about it. That lasted for two posts. Two good posts, but only two.
Now I’m here. Back at CliffRichardson.com and recognizing that I have tried so hard to make an identity for myself and completely overlooking that I already have one.
So, the site is now called Richardson: True Confessions of an Armchair Theologian. It’s about everything. It will likely be disorganized poorly edited and for that I feel no reason to apologize.
It’s just my thought mess and I refuse to clean my room.
If you find your way here and see something you like, let me know. If you see something you don’t like and you think my life, or salvation is at stake, let me know. If you’re just here to argue then all I can say is, “Na na na boo boo and fooey on you.” <- Prose worthy of Shakespeare.
Now click here for a shot at finding what you were actually looking for when you accidentally stumbled on this site.