Frozen Toothpaste speaks to need for legacy. In an increasingly virtual, bite-sized, and childless world how can I leave a mark?
I was particularly drawn to this section.
It always seems to be that journals — and blogs — begun with the urgent intensity of someone confident that the simple act of putting their thoughts on paper will clarify or improve them, you soon find that a personal conversation is hard. And whether it’s because you find yourself a poor conversationalist, a slow writer, or an incoherent blabberer the realization generally comes that the results are a little less than magical. The realization dawns that what you’re writing is not really in need of urgent preservation.
So you walk away. You give up. You’ve expelled whatever it was that caused you to create a blog or buy a journal. You’re done with the superfluous recording of everything.
I’m saddened by the conclusion though.
It’s a rather natural process, this sudden enthusiasm and slow disillusionment. But it doesn’t make it any easier to accept all the dead blogs on the internet.
I think keeping an open, partially-used journal or blog is great. perhaps all my musings don’t need to be public, but they are worth preserving. I allow myself to write and post more when I have no expectiations to post. This may mean I don’t post for months. But, when I do I think it’s interesting.
