I've been thinking about how I write lately, in part since what scant bits and bobs I have written in the last year or two has been brain-meltingly bad. The primary realisation I came to is that, consciously, I am a terrible writer. Every time I stop to mull over a word, or a tone, or any one of an army of matters grammatical, syntactical and or verbal, I lock up and instead unleash descriptive effluent upon the world. In order to write well, I have to avoid thinking about the act of writing.
I've been on Livejournal for the best part of a decade, and what I have done here has taken many forms, both positive and negative. But the purpose of posting here has now changed so often that it's very hard to distinguish what the point is - the notion of Livejournal as a community has evaporated in the last few years, which is a shame since that was one of its major strengths. I sued to spend hours wandering through links in a prototypical iteration of the Wikipedia Disease looking at different people and writing styles and uses and... Now I don't. In part, this is down to a lack of time; to a greater extent, it's because no one really posts about how awesome this girl X or this guy Y is anymore. The population is so ridiculously vast now that the community has been subsumed into a grand and utterly anonymous blogging city.
This is not meant as a slight against the site - structures evolve, things change, people move on. It is however indicative of how my reasons for looking to greener pastures. My ex-girlfriends are nice people, but were I single tomorrow I would not just get back into bed with them: we are now very different from who we were, so looking for the same things from each other would be regressive at best. Meanwhile, there's too much history for a fresh start. What else can you do but move forward into the great unknown?
Much like a good 90% of the people I know here, I've been blogging elsewhere for the last few months. Slowly but surely, the output is increasing and the quality is on the rise. I won't be deleting this journal any time in the foreseeable future - it is a rather significant chunk of my life put down in writing, and it will be a long time before everyone I know that might wonder what I've been babbling about will find their way along. It can be nice to touch base, and it's always nice to get other points of view, however much disparity of opinion there is. I'll be around from time to time, but who knows when that may be? So then, the move is made and the dip is plunged: to arms! I can be found at Turn My Brain Off
- be sure to say hello.