I don’t know if you’ve noticed but this year, I’ve been blogging a lot less frequently. I’ve been trying to work out why that is, and I think it’s possibly to do with available time (of which I seem to have less) and the corresponding lack of interesting things happening.
But that can’t be, can it? I mean why would interesting things stop happening?
It’s much more likely that they do still happen, that they do still make me laugh or ponder or weep - but I’m somehow less inclined to write about them. Perhaps I’ve written about them before, or I’m not able to make them funny, or, as I hinted, there’s no time.
Perhaps I should find a way. Or perhaps I shouldn’t? Maybe I should let myself be guided by what feels right, improvising my way through the jazz score of life, and loving the bars where not much is happening just as much as I seem to love the complicated riffs and melodies. Maybe not blogging as often is, in itself, telling the story.
It’s been 12 years now, this blog - 12 years today. Over 2,500 posts and probably a million words flying by, doing their best to bottle a world. I wish I could count the adverbs. I’d probably remove most of them. But then, maybe you need a way to explain how a thing was done, rather than a dispassionate list of just the verbs and their impact on all the nouns that get in their way. The how matters.
And that was always the intention: lifting the stage curtain and exploring the how, as well as the what and the why.
I will keep on - who knows, maybe some more interesting things will happen, maybe some new thoughts will pop into this old head and I’ll get chance to write them down. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be less bored with everything.
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