Talking About What You Do

I haven’t been writing quite as much as I’d like to lately and have been considering how I approach the whole thing.

Instead of talking about what I’m thinking in the moment (pretty fleeting), I’m ……

This is exactly the point where I’ll go “I’m planning on …” : I do not wish like doing that anymore. Talking about my momentary plans for a while has been quite the distraction that I occasionally enjoy.

Now, I’m ….

There I go again, again had the urge to declare a plan. What is with this human urge to declare their plans rather than just getting on with what you wish to do.

Hitherto, I’ve been doing this across multiple discplines and have been missing out the point of what I wished writing to be when I started out.

It started out as a way to understand my mind in a more intricate manner. Over time, I pivoted to the literal web-logging aspect and would log about anything and everything that I was getting myself into at that moment in time.

Over the span of multiple writing styles, ranging from downright deranged day dreaming, to terse technical texts, to pseudo-philosophical psychosocial sections of my brain’s musings, to wishy-washy wanna-be alliterative compositions with the childish tendency for unnecessary lexical play, I could say I’ve fairly captured a significant amount of my thinking modalities.

What for though, is what I wonder..

As of now, there isn’t an explicitly tangible response to that nor an immediate denial of utility that pops up.

I feel I need a purpose-less vagabond-ish block of blogging to recalibrate what I’m really after.

To not leave you (mostly me years down the lane revisiting this in an intellectually adrift state) high and dry, an explicit recommendation would be to double down on the randomness and let reversion to the mean do its thing over a series over purposeless productions.

This is probably the first piece of public writing, addressed to my future self.