The First Basket of Leftovers
Never mind nice, drawn-out introductions to essays. All you need to know is that I had cause to revisit my old blog recently and was stunned at the quality of writing I found there. It was actually quite good. Beautiful, even. And believe it or not, I sounded intelligent and worth reading.
But you'd never know it from the way I write these days, would you? Why, a few nights ago, I got into an argument with a friend about whether blogging counts as "real" writing. I used to think so; I no longer do.
Since it is by choice that I am no longer writing the way I used to, I really shouldn't be sad about it. Besides (I tell myself), another thing that I no longer am is neurotic. While I was keeping that other blog active, I was regularly visited by the thought that anyone who admired my writing would hate the "real" me--and when that thought didn't come calling at all, I would ring it up to remind it that it was late.
And suddenly the best thing thing about this blog--the fact that nobody hangs around here thinking that my writing will improve him--is rapidly turning into the worst thing about this blog. My new neurosis just introduced itself: it is the nagging thought that Shredded Cheddar is just a big waste of time.
No, not your time, dear readers; but my time. I really have to start writing properly again . . .
Yet I wonder if that is possible on a book blog that is sometimes also a Horror blog. I am reminded of the expression, "A writer in a library is like a eunuch in a harem." No, it's not a good analogy at all, judging by the fact that it never "went viral," as we digital creatures now say of old saws: indeed, I've only read it once, and in a book that, from the look of it, never became a best-seller--or even a good seller. For if anything, a writer in a library is like a eunuch in a day-care centre . . . or if you prefer, an old maid in a tutorial centre. (One day, I will have no dignity left, and it will be all my own fault.)
But really, writing about books, which is an easy way to be a blogger, is hardly a good way to be a writer.