I aim to post one post every day, excepting Sundays and Saturdays. I set the posts to publish at 12:00, through Bloggers own clock which is most likely somewhere in the United States. That's 20:00 GMT. Usually, I will write these posts a couple of days in advance and throw them into the publishing queue. At present time of writing, this post won't be published until four days on. And the post for tomorrow is the one I wrote this morning. This way, few mistakes will survive, and I get a chance to edit and re-edit my posts without slowing down the rate of publishing. I have been pondering this quite a bit, and while I realize that it might to me feel a bit plastic and fake, as I most surely will have gone on from the stage I was at by the time a relevant post has been posted, I know that I just won't handle the pressure and additional stress of keeping that momentum up. Instead, this way I know that I have posts that will be posted, and I can skip logging into Blogger for a few days without even feeling a bit guilty.
What I will write about is still largely a question on my part. I realize that at one point, I will most likely run out of inspiration. However, it's quite possible that my casual writing has proceeded to such a point when this happens, that I could fill some posts out with snippets of text and the thoughts around it. I realize now, as I file through the texts I've had others read, that some undertones aren't understood by any but the author himself. Some undertones aren't even noticed by me, but can be found through close scrutiny. I think I might just pick out a few of those lines and do a minor analysis of them, just to show to both you and me how I think sometimes.
Of course, as a learning young man, I have already come to a number of conclusions regarding writing, arts and authors in general, and I wish I had more material and reflections of other writers. I think I shall seek blogs, journals and columns of authors, journalists and writers, and reflect more out of their work. This way, I hope to develop my own sense of writing.
And when it comes to readers, I think I have just stopped caring a bit. Surely I wouldn't mind people reading this blog, and it would render me a certain satisfaction knowing that my voice does count from time to time, but in the end, I find it just as rewarding for my own sake. Certainly, I could just pick up some pen and paper and start writing for real, but I doubt the effect would be the same - on me, that is. There is a certain satisfaction, too, knowing that I keep this on the Web as a document of interest, somehow.
As to why I disabled comments? I do not know. Perhaps I will re-enable them sometimes in the future. However, when it comes to comments, it just feels to me as so vague. To me, I think that if one seriously sought to express some opinion on what was said in the post one could just as well take the minor effort to send me a personal e-mail; otherwise, it might well fall into that category of minor critique that I so far have recieved from most else. In the same sense, I will most likely take the effort to answer, as well.
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