Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Friday, February 8, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Getting back on that horse
Since my habit of writing here is so broken, I'm starting small, with just one sentence a day.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Blogging
Like you, I've been pondering this strange thing called "blogging" a bit recently. I very nearly called it quits with this blog recently but decided to just leave it and stew for a while instead. Ultimately I seem to have decided to keep things going, so I suppose that's good for those of you who come here to read this stuff because you enjoy it rather than because you hate me and you're slowly assembler a dossier to clonk me over the head with one day when I'm running for Prime Minister.
Anyway, one I'd stopped writing here frequently I suddenly became unable to figure out how to start again. I kept thinking of ideas but was unable to develop them in my head into fully-fledged posts ready to leave the nest and soar the information superdooperhighway without me. It took me about three weeks to realize that that has always been the case. I don't develop these posts in my head at all.
What actually happens is that I have an idea or two, or maybe not even that - sometimes just a feeling that I need to discover or explore - and I sit down and let things go. That's why it's fun. Planning things is not fun. Doing things is fun.
When I succumb to the urge to plan I usually find myself trying to perfectionize things, which results in a clean crisp dull icy ache in my brain and a clean crisp dull icy ache on the page. Sure, structure is good, and structure is something that is probably a good idea to plan, especially if you're trying to make some kind of point. Fortunately for me I seldom am in such an unfortunate position. I have the liberty of just blabbing all this stuff down onto the page.
And why? Why do I do it? Mostly just so I don't think so much about it any more. Once I notice that there's a post welling up inside me I tend to start to overthink it, which, as mentioned above, kills it. So the more frequently I blab this stuff, the sooner I can launch my unconscious out through my fingertips and onto the screen.
Stand by stomach, here come banana!
Anyway, one I'd stopped writing here frequently I suddenly became unable to figure out how to start again. I kept thinking of ideas but was unable to develop them in my head into fully-fledged posts ready to leave the nest and soar the information superdooperhighway without me. It took me about three weeks to realize that that has always been the case. I don't develop these posts in my head at all.
What actually happens is that I have an idea or two, or maybe not even that - sometimes just a feeling that I need to discover or explore - and I sit down and let things go. That's why it's fun. Planning things is not fun. Doing things is fun.
When I succumb to the urge to plan I usually find myself trying to perfectionize things, which results in a clean crisp dull icy ache in my brain and a clean crisp dull icy ache on the page. Sure, structure is good, and structure is something that is probably a good idea to plan, especially if you're trying to make some kind of point. Fortunately for me I seldom am in such an unfortunate position. I have the liberty of just blabbing all this stuff down onto the page.
And why? Why do I do it? Mostly just so I don't think so much about it any more. Once I notice that there's a post welling up inside me I tend to start to overthink it, which, as mentioned above, kills it. So the more frequently I blab this stuff, the sooner I can launch my unconscious out through my fingertips and onto the screen.
Stand by stomach, here come banana!
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