Is that the question? Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the ennui of somnambulism or to take up laptop against a sea of “I don’t give a fuck,” and “who cares?” and by opposing them end them. To write–to blog–some more–again . . .
Okay. That’s enough. Not particularly original I grant you, but apt.
I began this blog as a fun thing, and it quickly became a grind thing. That is, I didn’t just write quick little pieces with my thoughts on a film I’d just watched, or about some movie themed news, or about some other current cultural event, or some bee in my bonnet–well I did some of that–but I spent too much time trying to write some kind of complete essay. I spent too much time trying to make it perfect. It’s a blog, not a term paper, or an article for the “The New Yorker.” Sheesh. Just write the damned thing and move on.
I was taking too much time and effort for very little production and satisfaction. So I took a hiatus. Until I checked back in, I did not realize how long a hiatus it was–almost three years, it was. I began at least a couple of dozen drafts that were never finished or published. I never actually finished and published anything. Until now.
You can stop with the applause. After all: What is the sound of one hand clapping?
So I guess that I am going to try again.
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.”
I have reached over 250 words. So.
We shall see.