Get With The Angst Already
Weekly updates were a mistake. Weekly updates just encourage me to be a lazy, pretentious, procrastinating, cripplingly introspective wanker. Maybe daily updates are the way to go.
I started writing a blog post today– actually, I started writing it Saturday, and have been getting increasingly angsty about it ever since. Why isn’t it finished yet? When can’t I say exactly what I mean? Why can’t I think of words that mean what I want to say? ANGST ANGST ANGST.
I heard a clever wonk on [NPR] compare the [blogosphere] to a salad bar. The idea was that a 1000-mile-long salad bar is useless, because you can always get more salad than you’d ever need in the first 15 feet. And if there’s one thing this salad bar doesn’t need, it’s MORE ANGST.
So, enough of all that. I shelved that long-ass thing that I was writing, and challenged myself to see how much text I could put in this box in one hour flat. At exactly 9pm, I’m going to hit Submit.
This is my way of saying: Screw the salad bar. Screw endless introspection.
(5 minutes to go)
Can you believe it took me an hour to write this? That I deleted 4 drafts of the first paragraph before finally striking a tone that I liked? I’ve got a serious hang-up about writing right now, which mirrors a major hang-up about communication in general.
I’m trying to fix it. Does that sound pathetic? ANGST ANGST ANGST
