I haven’t blogged in at least a month. I feel terribly bad about this, but not too much, because you’re not really out there. You’re not real people.
I’ve been on the track of an idea, which is my favorite part of blogging. It’s immensely satisfying to chase after an idea and hold it down until it condenses itself into a manageable amount of words—and then to organize and fiddle with those words so that other people will like them and say: “hey, nice words.” Positively addicting.
But I can’t get this idea right. It’s complicated and difficult and I feel like I could write a book about it at times, and then, at other times, like I couldn’t write a single sentence. Is it driving you crazy to know what it is? Well too bad. You’ll have to check back later and see if I’ve managed to track it down.
But I’ve also had a minor sort of revelation about blogging that is throwing a wrench in the works.
A lot of blogging and writing on the internet in general has a distinct sort of character, even in sources that claim—or pretend—to be more than blogs. Not all of it, of course, but a lot of it is intentionally meant to inspire a sort of outrage. It leads with an inflammatory title and follows with a vilifying damnation of a person or group of people in a way that readers can get behind. It’s all a “grab your pitchforks and torches!” sort of mentality.
And I’ve had one of those moments where I have recognized it and don’t want to write it anymore. It’s like learning the definition of a new word and suddenly realizing it’s ubiquity (I had this experience with the word ubiquitous of all things), but it’s the opposite. Instead of seeing it everywhere and being happy in newfound knowledge, I see this kind of writing and momentarily lose a little bit of hope.
There’s a verse in James that springs to mind. It says that the anger of men does not produce the righteousness of God. Or something like that. It’s somewhere in the first couple chapters.
Fine. I’ll look it up.
I got it right, but the Authorized Version says wrath instead of anger. (It’s important to capitalize Authorized Version, just as it is important to say it slowly and with emphasis when speaking; everyone carrying around their NIV’s and NLT’s should feel slightly ashamed— I kid, I kid.)
It’s easy to write angrily. Really, I think it’s the easiest of moods to write in. Word’s flow, they’re biting and witty and immensely satisfying. But I’ve grown tired of reading it, and I’m a little upset when I see it in my own writing.
So, it’s time for a new strategy. I’m working on developing it, but at least for now I’ve got a good excuse for the poor pattern of posting that all of you non-existent people can read.
Also. . . I played a lot of video games.
Oh, and kudos to Logan for picking up the slack with some good stuff.