The Space Between Blog Posts
Every single day without fail I think to myself: "what should I post to my blog?". This usually happens after I've had my morning coffee and caught up with my RSS feed for the day.
Often I'm strapped for creativity or inspiration, and when I'm not, I'll write about a hook that's in my mind, but only after exploring it through writing can I see if it'll hold up to any kind of merit. If it doesn't it gets sent to the trash.
But I've been thinking if those posts shouldn't be sacrificed on the altar of my own brand of bizarre perfectionism. That maybe I should allow them into the world, bastardized and broken, with all their glaring issues1.
I already have a few of those posts that were destined for the trash, that I allowed past my ephemeral criteria, and now they give me the ick when I see their titles.
Slick Henry hated the Judge. That was what the art people never understood. That didn’t mean it didn’t give him pleasure to have built the thing, to have gotten the Judge out, out where he could see him and keep track of him and finally, sort of, be free of the idea of him, but that sure wasn’t the same as liking him.
Mona Lisa Overdrive, William Gibson
The space between posts is something Im still learning to navigate. Maybe I need a "Shower Thoughts" page or something similarly named where those can live and be their own thing.
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There's around 15 or so posts that have perished between my last post and this one.↩