Over the last week I have been down trodden and frustrated by a great many things. While it would be fair to say that some of that was anxiety about elections here in the US (voting for the lesser of evils is still a vote for evil – that’s simply not cool with me), a potentially larger chunk was in concern and frustration in the use of blogs and where mine might fit in. You see, I haven’t been talking about writing lately and I’m quite okay with that. There are many bloggers who do this and they have my attention and interest in many cases. But writing about writing is not where my heart is. Instead my heart lives in a land of discourse and communication of ideals. Growth.
Each new notion, each reassessment I must do of topics I thought were concrete, adds to my work. Sometimes this comes in the form of reading, other times it’s in the discussions or in the simple requisite consideration prior to formulating thought, but the one thing that remains absolutely set in stone is that I need it to feel effective in art and in life. This thing called the internet is wonderful and can be used to a tremendous advantage in more ways than talking craft or garnering entertainment from and it is to that end I want to work. A clip I’ve always found to be rather poignant and, perhaps even more important after having read Brave New World, is below and sums up my current concerns and thoughts rather well. Please enjoy and share your thoughts (I’ll definitely be responding again!). In the mean time I’m going to get back to working on the blog post WP ate. After I spent an hour on it. AN HOUR. Rest assured my review of Lady Chatterley’s Lover will be up on Friday come hell or high water.