Darkscribes Blog for Eric Blair

Death by blogging

April 7, 2008 | No Comments Posted

It's finally catching up... 

http://news.zdnet.com/2100-9588_22-6236771.html

There is a perverse pleasure one gets when his assessments are proven right. We live in a world were if we are not up to speed, we are labeled slowpokes.jpg, and some suffer because of it.

Some take out their hostility by creating drama and trolling and then playing it off as a "joke", but this is serious; this is the equivalent of vowing to quit writing, or dropping of from class because of a bad case of writers block.

People often ask me what ever made me look at CW as a prospective majoring subject.

The only honest answer I can give them is I like to read and write.

Apparently that never is a good explanation; you have to have some sort of necessity to do it, some love, some passion, you need to come from a family of writers, have ink coursing through your veins intertwined with the blood, and always think in literal terms, like a bad Shakespearian character talking of in rhythm and rhymes to vow to the people this is really you under all the glitter and smoke.

Honestly, when that happens I look at them with THAT look and then turn around, not caring for anything else they have to say.

Drama is overrated, but people who actively look for drama are worst, people who can’t seem to bear the fact they DO NOT have to have the last word always, or who think they always have to prove they are right and you are wrong.

Maybe it's because of my natural "I don't like giving a..." attitude that makes me seem cool until the moment I start to actually stand up to my ideas, because if I stay quiet, it does not mean I am doormat, it only means that your reasons and questions and comments to me are really a nuisance and I DONT CARE.

Get over yourself.

You might think you are the center of the universe, but you are the center of YOUR universe, mine is fine as it is, non-Ptolemaic, but rather Newtonian because I chose it to be.

I am not a doormat, and you are not welcome to my humble abode if you think so. You want to talk shop? Tell stories? Swap plot lines and shot the stone to see the ripple effect and choe a point to start mid res? Please, pull up a chair, take off your coat and boots and let me offer you something to drink.

Maybe someday, I will collapse on my laptop, spill my always present black coffee and never finish the cigarette that is always on, maybe my last thoughts will be that perfect finale you always dream off but are never able to figure how to write it, maybe I will finally be ale to put in words that are universal and profound and deep things that are always taken for granted, like a mother's love for her child, or the pain of the first heartbreak, or the biggest, brightest smile you get when you get of the train never expecting someone to wait for you in the middle of the snow and the rain and this kind little lady comes out of nowhere and gives you a hot cup and then you turn around and she is there, decked in a long coat and with a scarf going round and round her red nose and cheeks, and you can’t make a sound because the train is leaving and the scarf gets in the way and yet you already know what she is saying simply because you are able to see it in her eyes.

That'd be a good way to go, everyone will look at my bulging eyes and cold body and go "he was so [blank]" but none of them will ever know that in death, I was able to find the meaning in life I could not.

Or maybe I'm just making this up as I sit in the CW lab and have to rush to show the teacher I am "doing" something for class. 

Rammble 1

April 4, 2008 | No Comments Posted

I don't like blogs.

And that's funny because, I've always liked writing, and reading, but that's really beyond the point.

I've always found it funny. Blogs adn people who take themso sereiously, like writers who think they are accomplished writers, what a joke!

The problem for some with setting a blog, is not getting responses, that means no one reads their blog, which translates into the fact that you would reach out to more people if you actually posted stickies in your car and drove around town.

The thing about blogs is that, like fanfiction, it leaves the author with the feeling of self satisfaction, it makes him feel like a published author, like someone who is puting his two cents and should be listened.

This is, of course, wrong. 

A blog is simply to put what bugs you, and hope somehow it will go away. People don't read it, people don't care, and those that do must either really be your friends, or owe you money and want to trick you into a false sense of safety.

As it is, this blog is for me, and me alone. I will simply post stuff and not ask or wait for anyone to reply, if you do, great, if you don't, it matters none.

Because writing for me is venting and sometimes I need to vent and sometimes a story is born, and so be it, and if not, then I'll bore myself to tears. 

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