I suppose some of you are wondering about the lack of updates. You know that I have my own laptop, a decent amount of free time, a working knowledge of writing, and the creativity and desire to write. Why then, are updates terse and at irregular intervals?
In reality, the amount of articles and pieces of prose I've written has not declined, they just haven't been released. Why? Why? WHY? Oh, geez, calm down. See, I'm going through a stage in which I am my biggest critic; I write something up and then tear it to shreds. Figuratively, of course. I am not a violent person by nature. I am, however, subject to arbitrary outbursts in which I yell "No, Mummy, no NAP!!" But I digress.
For the longest time I was content to throw out my material in extemporaneous fashion, however; in light of my commitment to take my writing more seriously, I tend to review my compositions with a scrutiny that is at times overdone. You might wonder, "Why not just recount the days events or rant on a trite subject in an informal style that many bloggers enjoy?" I say...Hey, there's an idea.
Well, I've been there, done that. I used to write in a style that could have merited titling my blog Reflections of a Prepubescent Boy.
"Jane."
"See Jane."
"See Jane run."
"Jane has nice legs."
Thankfully, I came to the conclusion that that wasn't really for me; I like to create interesting and engaging reading, not just scribble on the sidewalk. Although there is a time and place for sidewalk scribbling, is has got to have some value to it, Amen, people?
Wow, that sounds pretty self-righteous and condescending. I apologize. It does have a ring of truth to it, though, so take it cum grano salis, with a grain of salt, fellows.
I have by no means arrived at a point in my writing where I am so skilled that I can just sit on a pedestal and shout AHA! whenever someone makes a mistake. Mistakes is how we learn, and my writing is still full of them. But I'm fixin' to git goin' with my writin' so I's can makes somethin' worthwhile. And that ladies and gentlemen, is something everyone can enjoy. (The determination to create successful compositions, not a phony southern accent, amigos.)
2 comments:
Art shmart! Face it, if you we're walking down the road one day, glancing at the wall beside the sidewalk and noticing some monologue, which would you stop to read? The often crude, but true to life puns scribbled in spray paint, or Plato's Republic?
I went and corrected myself. The current wording reflects my position a little more clearly.
Truly, a simple maxim wins more favor with the common man than a lofty discourse written in esoteric language. But the reason these puns or maxims hold any appeal is because of their humor or cleverness. That is value. And that, my friend, is what I want to see in any writing.
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