Of Redirection

Three week mark passed by with me noticing very little. By the end of the week I always have a very faint idea of what to fill the next week with. However, it seems to me that by the time the weekend has passed, I've scheduled in drafts all the way up to Friday. What is it about weekends that make them magical muses?

I suppose I am just plain too bored by my day-to-day life that the relief that weekends provide seem to be filled with the most remarkable details and interesting ideas. 

I'm starting to think - and now we're changing subject entirely - that some of my posts must be filled with the worst garbage that the world has ever beheld. My English teacher is very keen on making sure that paragraphs and essays keep coherence and unity throughout; this I believe is largely unseen in the posts I make. And quite sincerely, I couldn't bother. However, I think from time to time that I might, just every once in a while, write a really cultivated, thought-out post. Maybe extend upon a topic I've touched lightly before. Like a minor article, even.

Would that be interesting? To me, probably, yes. To properly write an article like it should be written, consider it's subject and thesis and publish it online. However, whether or not it is relevant to the blog at hand I'm unsure. Then again, I've never stated a purpose of the blog as such, other than simply record my own progress in writing. While I so far have been focusing on trying to at least write a little fiction from time to time, maybe a dash of daring non-fiction might do the trick as well.

I have subjects, certainly. How about the taboo of being a student and criticizing the educational establishment? Oh, have I things to write on that. No matter how retarded, low-brow, and silly the exercises might be, so much as questioning the intent of the matter at hand is nothing short of heresy, as it seems. Or what would you think of the problems rising from an upbringing based on tolerant discipline, living in a world that has to defend it's libertarian values? It's such a lovely clash of values when my instincts tell me that everyone should be allowed to believe, to think, to say what they like, but that I in order to defend those values have to accept the breaching of them.

I was thinking about doing that in addition to writing my ordinary posts, even in addition to working on the short stories that I've started. Perhaps I ought to take a break in both of those and just attempt a non-fiction article on either of those subjects. Perhaps I will, even. If nothing turns up after "Of Verisimilitude" that I scheduled for Tuesday, or even that other thing that I drafted this morning for Wednesday, then perhaps one can expect that I'm working on something bigger.