My friend Sam thinks I journal too much. That I actually need to share what I write or else I will never improve in the ways I want and need to if i ever want to be any sort of writer. So I’m going to blog every day. It’s not going to be good, but it is going to happen. I’m thinking about what it means to be able to send our writing out into the world with a click of a button. If I want to share a message, I no longer have to nail my proclamations to a church door. But who is reading, in the great wide web, and for how long? Why read when you can watch or listen? What do writers really offer in this ever-changing world? I’m going to write until I figure it out.
I’m not sure what this blog is going to look like yet. Probably some book review, because all I do is read, and some rants about the things I see that piss me off but that I can’t bring up around my friends anymore because they have heard my complaints one too many times. For example, have you seen the Maclaren Logo??? It’s honestly the ugliest thing I have ever seen. Not only do these cars exist simply for rich people to rub people’s noses in their wealth, but they have an ugly-ass, acrylic-ass upside down Nike swoop as their logo!!! absurd.
My writing has been compared to water skittering on a hot pan, in that it leaps from thought to thought as a fire leaps from tree-top to tree-top, afraid that if it lingers, it will burn through all its fuel. Here, with the quiet clicking of my own fingers pressing into the computer keys, I want to find a peace in my writing that I haven’t been able to find. Maybe I can even begin to swim, to dive.