Slight Decisions
Nothing life changing, but I’ve decided that I’ll blog a little more. By a little more, I’ll try for daily. Or maybe a few times a week. We’ll see how it goes. That’s usually how these things work anyway.
I’ve been writing. Sort of a lot, actually. I just haven’t posted here, and I admit that it’s pretty saddening. But I’ll tell you why. I think I’m just recently coming round to the idea that there are things for the desk drawer and things for the public eye–though with the advent of blogging and social media platforms (Twitter being the obvious one), that mentality has more or less eroded, if it even still exists. The desk drawer becomes the Internet; uncensored writing, a subtle invasion of the public domain. And we’re left with the unfiltered, heaps of junk spewing from brains to mouths to fingers to my computer screen. I think some people call it “potty mouth”–or “talking out of your ass” for the crude.
But I’ll try blogging more, along with writing for the desk drawer. I find motivation in the most curious ways, but mostly from friends who invoke guilt in me for my lack of publicly accessible writing. I realized that I feel less guilty about spending time writing, not studying, if I think of writing as practice very much needed. Whatever helps me sleep at night, right?
Another thing–I’ll try posting a photo along with each piece. I do it for my Flickr account; I might as well do it for my blog. Maybe it’ll encourage more photo excursions.
That reminds me. Blog has always been a nasty word. For whatever reason, I’ve always been sensitive to what labels I attach to my writing collations. Not blog. Not diary. Journal is fitting. Mead notebook seems to work too. And if I shove them all into a shoebox beneath my bed or inside my closet, I can forget formalities entirely. Because then it’s just a box. With stuff. My stuff. Loose sheets of notebook papers, but still my stuff.
Well, here’s to creating more stuff.