Ever have one of those persistent-yet-passive thoughts? Think, “I should write a novel someday,” after you read a nice book? Wonder why the sky is blue, then fail to follow through with your curiosity? Contemplate starting a personal project, think of it in passing every so often, but never actually complete it?
I’ve experienced all of the above, but the one that currently holds my attention is the last one. There is a list (rather, there would be a list, if I got around to making one) of creative projects I’ve been looking to take on–some for a rather long time, and some that have been plaguing me since I was a very small child. But where I’m actually going with this is that for the last month or so, I’d been thinking that I ought to have a ‘serious’ blog. This was prompted by several things at once: a desire to seem more professional in my art (musing on paper), my growing adoration for essayists, and the fact that I would never let the URL of my personal blog near people who take me seriously.
So, this is my attempt at a ‘serious’ blog, one that I dearly hope I will never be ashamed to hand out the URL to. It’s a pseudo-companion to my as-yet-uncompleted online writing portfolio, Wandering Ink, but you don’t have to bother with it unless polished fiction and the occasional essay is your thing. And even then, I don’t believe I take editing as seriously as I should.
Concluding a first post with a pair of quotes may be a bit tacky, but I have far too many of them at my disposal.
“The book fascinated him, or more exactly it reassured him. In a sense it told him nothing that was new, but that was a part of the attraction. It said what he would have said, if it had been possible for him to set his scattered thoughts in order. … The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already.”
George Orwell, ’1984‘
“Divide mankind into twenty parts: nineteen consist of men who work with their hands and will never know that there is a Locke in the world, and in the remaining twentieth part how few men you will find who are readers! And of those who read, twenty read novels to one who studies philosophy. The number of those who think is exceedingly small, and they are not interested in upsetting the world.”
Voltaire, ‘Letters on the English Nation’