"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you" - Ray BradburyI'm expected to have a blog. I'm expected to have a blog because I'm a writer and because I am a citizen of the internet in a time when bloodletting your day-to-day experiences into a computer is the expected accompaniment to introspection. I expect myself to want to blog, and I've tried, but I've always failed. As many stupid and menial things I waste my time doing on the computer, I can't bring myself to a simple writing exercise, a few brief minutes of reflecting on my experiences and thoughts. Finding so much trouble with this makes me question just how interesting of a person I can really be. What kind of stories can I tell when my daily thoughts don't seem worth repeating?
But I suppose that's not fair. I didn't start this blog to write detailed accounts of my explicit daily life anyway. I just want to be able to write when I want to, sometimes experiences that may or may not have really happened. Lying on the page is recreational writing, after all--and I'm good at lying, I think.
This is my sometimes blog, sometimes notebook.
And no, my tone won't be this boring all the time. It's late and I'm bad with introductions. I'm sure I'll slip into a bitter, critical tone at some point.
