Thursday, April 22
Not About Me
I know I said that I'd post here what I attempted to do so earlier on, but things have changed. I'll type it up properly tomorrow, but in the meantime, have a gander at what 3 of the most well-known (although I'd only heard of one of them) bloggers think about blogging itself in this article from the Guardian's G2 supplement.
As a blogger myself, it makes for very interesting reading as to why they choose to blog, and what effect it is having on them. After this week's events, this blog has had an enormous impact on my life and the life of those around me. I will detail more when I next write here. Suffice it to say that my world is collapsing on a huge scale, and I'm standing somewhat idly by, watching it happen.
But this isn't about me. Well, not this particular post, at any rate.
This is my favourite little bit from the article:
I like the idea of just writing something. If it wasn't for keeping a blog, my written output would amount to about 10 words a month. I'm sure someone once said something about people writing in the past because they had something to say and people writing nowadays to find out whether or not they've got anything to say. There's probably something in that.
It's true, my written output used to consist solely of lecture notes and shopping lists. Now I find myself constantly writing. I even write more than goes on here, and sometimes have to ignore pieces I wrote for no apparent reason. It seems like starting to write in this manner has unleashed some kind of artistic, expressionate side to me that I didn't know I had.
I take photos now, of random things that catch my eye, but may not have any merit to anybody else. I doodle, mostly images of eyes and of polygons in strange shapes (the latter is due to my still mathematical and analytical brain). I write notes to myself in my notebook, often little points that I will develop later in my writing here. I type messages to myself on my phone, so that I don't forget something that may be important at some stage.
My mind is constantly buzzing with topics to write about, and phrases to include in the next post. Often, I spend a good deal of time in my day planning my next post and what I want to say in it, so that when I actually come to write it in full, it flows from my mind easier, and it is somewhere near coherent.
And I have to say that I enjoy this. I enjoy having some sort of creativity in me. Just look at this post: it was originally just going to be a quick link to the article, but I've gone off on a slight tangent and have managed to write well over 500 words without even thinking about it. Why can't I do this when I have something like a piece of coursework to write?! Grrr.
Now, if only I could reproduce that in my conversations with people and not be boring when speaking to them, my life would be complete and worthwhile once more. I guess we can't have everything. Even if we try.
We can however, have the first 6 series of Buffy pre-ordered. The box sets are being re-released at the end of May, and are heavily discounted on Amazon UK. Yes, I know it adds up to £166.94, but it's sooooo going to be worth it. It even coincides with the end of my exams. Bo. How convenient.
