I once said I’d rather snort Marmite than write another blog. So, what happened? Coronavirus happened plus a few other things, though my hatred of Marmite remains. Web hosting has got a lot cheaper (at least for the first year), my better mood has returned with the sunnier weather, longer days and copious intake of Vitamin D, and I simply felt that Twitter was no longer serving my needs. Sometimes I want to write something longer. I also keep writing things that aren’t a good fit for the world/that nobody else wants.
One of my first pieces on here, The Wisest Man Who Ever Lived, would have no obvious home. Maybe in the middle of the last century, I would have tried Punch but that kind of magazine no longer exists or, if they do (The New Yorker), they’re by invitation only. There will be other pieces equally odd, as well as blog posts such as this. Getting anything published today remains almost as elusive today as it was ten years ago. Perhaps it would easier if I lived in London. Hell, I’m sure it would be easier if I lived in London. I could doorstep editors or perhaps get to know the odd one by kicking their shins socially. From this corner of the North West, everything is done by email and I spend a great deal of my time writing to fill slush piles.
That’s why I thought I’d relaunch my blog if I could find a cheap place requiring minimal technical effort. I also wanted to go back to Wordpress, which remains my favourite blogging software. I have a Blogger account over at davidwaywell.blogspot.com but I hate Blogger. It’s horrible and unwieldy.
As for the domain name: I originally hoped to get my old davidwaywell.com address but I’d let it lapse years ago and, given the way the domain name business works, it was bought up by some reseller who would now charge me £1000 to get it back. I, therefore, had to think of a new name, which wasn’t easy.
Good domains are hard to find. It’s difficult finding something short and memorable. I was probably in the second hour of searching when I looked up at my bookshelves (always a good source of inspiration). That’s when I saw my copy of Pope, a bit dusty by now, but still a favourite. I tried Dunciad.com, pretty sure it would be gone. You know the rest.
I know it’s arrogant to purloin the name of one of the great works of fiction in order to publish my nonsense beneath it but I figure The Dunciad was all about hacks and scribblers, which pretty much sums me up. I hope you enjoy this blog. Even more, I hope I enjoy it.