I Cover a Naked & Afraid Blog With a Single Fig Leaf
Listening: "Glitter" by Daisy the Great
Reading: Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng
Watching: Schitt's Creek
Wanting: White mascara
This week, a person on some corner of the internet offered the following sage advice: "Creative people procrastinate when we take our ideas too seriously." This simple sentence felt like the push that I needed to get over myself and crack open my Notes app...to finally begin the effort to transfer my highly original, never-before-had thoughts to a comparatively more permanent location, for friends, foes and f...other people...to skim over or study meticulously, turning over each word and phrase as if close-reading a scientific paper for their undergraduate degree that they will store away in some untouchable part of their brain inevitably until a years-later dinner party where the topic of conversation shifts to the niche FDA regulations regarding the number of insect fragments legally allowed to exist in a jar of peanut butter, for example. For anything I've written to receive the latter treatment would be unimaginably flattering and moderately terrifying.
I figure if I pump out some words every couple days or so, the terrifying-to-share bits will begin to bury themselves under the ever-growing mountain of content like a tiny mole in a large pile of sand. This is why I coined the phrase: "Quantity over quality." I'm currently trademark-seeking.
I would love to treat this space as a practically semi-curated but spiritually stream-of-consciousness public journal. I won't shy away from directing my writing in order to highlight takeaways or lightly editing for conciseness. I will probably think about my vocabulary for a few more beats than I would in a personal journal, such that I come across as indubitably well-versed while striking an inimitable and nonpareil balance between eloquence and verbosity. Perchance.
Mostly, I hope that the presence of a bare and lacking "blog" will be shameful enough that I have no choice but to cover its nakedness with many, many words and thoughts that deserve to see the light of someone else's screen for a change. Or maybe I am already beginning to hurl another web domain onto the pile of abandoned blog sites, just in super-slow-motion and with good (if naïve) intentions.
I hope like two to four people read this and they each have kind hearts pure from judgement. Much love.
Abby