I'm thinking about Blogging again. A posting subject bete noire for some, but what the hell!
Often I have no idea what I'm going to write about, until I start. Not normally an auspicious method if one aims to produce a piece of writing worth reading I admit, but it seems to be an effective writing style for blogs and appears to be used on most good sites: (eyes left). The Blogger as cyber-conversationalist rather than as studious researcher seeking to prove a theory or test a hypothesis.
As with talking, the same with blogging - topics crop up as if clutched from the humming brew of any social congregation. Ideas are disinterred from remote parts of the memory in the process, prompted by recent experiences or observations. Items of news, culture, events and personal experiences are expressed with the full repertoire of emotions: sighs, groans, growls, laughs, which punctuate: likes, dislikes, annoyances, obsessions. The currency of a community, united by the need to share - in written form, words in all their glory.
Through blogs - thoughts. Some serious, some trivial, but all worth sharing and very often, illuminating. Items of interest, gossip, wisdom; exchanged at the village pump or sailor's scuttlebutt of the cyber-interconnectedness of weblogs, which in turn invite multiple opinions spawning yet further ideas. The opinions held and communicated aren't necessarily forged in the furnace of scholarly rigour - God forbid that they were - but are more the outpourings of ideas hatched and despatched in the moment. They aren't meant to stand up to scrutiny, though many could (switch those eyes left one more time), they are more the spontaneous outflow of creative people. Precise and exact only in their dedication to reveal parts of themselves which makes them, them.
It's no coincidence that words such as outpourings, ramblings, musings, ponderings, sluicings, overflowings are so often used by bloggers. All help to describe the kind of spilled stream of consciousness method which is used to such great effect in blogs. What is written is written for the moment to be read for the moment. Tomorrow may be different, but this is the deal today.
I'm with Gordon on this one:
"This journal is a relief. When I am tired ... out comes this, and down goes every thing. But I can’t read it over—and God knows what contradictions it may contain. If I am sincere with myself (but I fear one lies more to one’s self than to any one else) every page should confute, refute, and utterly abjure its predecessor." Lord Byron (1788–1824),