Tuesday, 11 November 2008

The best of times...

Sometimes when I sit down to write, I have no ideas whatsoever and a couple of days of filler posts pass before something amusing or interesting strikes me. Other times, I’m in a wallowing, self-pitying mood and long, incoherent rambles stream across the page where I write a lot without saying very much at all. This evening, as I begin this post (I’m exhausted, but also energised and want to start it off although I know I won’t finish it) I have what seems like a million things to write about.

But I always try to make sure (although I’m sure I often fail) that this blog doesn’t fall into the ‘dear Diary’ trap which can be extremely self-satisfying but not particularly interesting for anyone else, or even very stimulating for me. So I try to find a way in which whatever is on my mind links into something a little more clever, a little less pointless. Naturally, weaving together several different strands of exciting events to one intellectual and consistent idea is far harder than what I normally do and with several other compulsory pieces of writing to do, it’s not the highest of priorities.

I could take the several things I want to talk about, and split them up into several posts, but the excitement about these things often quickly fades and next week there will be something else. Isn’t it odd how the best of experiences can so rapidly become a vaguely pleasant memory in moments of doubt, boredom, anger, or even in the regular hum-drum events of daily life?

The danger of thinking this way is that you devalue the importance great times, which I don’t think I’d ever want to do. So tomorrow I’m going to take the time, in between a timed essay, some coursework and a review I have to write, to share the fleeting but beautiful things which have been making me happy these past few days. And now, I’m going to have a much needed good night’s sleep.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you had a good rest, pretty face.

    I love your new smile!

    I have felt the same things. I find if I don't strike while the iron is hot, then it cools, as does my ardor for whatever idea I thought was so great to begin with.

    Sometimes I write my posts in five minutes on the spur of the moment. Usually, those are the snappiest ones. They seem to generate great snappy comments. The ones that take longer to write tend to generate very thoughtful comments. Like begets like.