loose ends

I’ve been meaning to write a journal (blog / diary / etc.) since forever. but the thinking was always that why should I start now, when I should have started ages ago? starting now, after all, is irrelevant because I’ve already not written down too many things of the past anyway.

So in 1999 or so I started with a word-file called catatonia (actually, called journal.doc at the time). Used it to and from for a few years. During this time I meddled with Blogger, too, but did not like it. All thos entries went back into catatonia afterwards.

Then, in June 2002 I started writing dreams, which I kept up for about two years, writing hundreds and hundreds of surprisingly interesting posts (as judged by me today, years afterwards).

And now I’m writing here in loose ends. Without an audience, as far as I know. But still trying keep a voice and clear thoughts together.

What really strikes me, though, is how much fewer coherent thoughts I have now, when compared to four years ago. How many fewer good ideas and topics, and how much less I feel inclined to devote time to write. Especially when considering that my media consumption has gone up tenfold.

Which leads me to believing that media consumption (articles, books, movies, music) has an adverse effect on clear thought and motivation to write when you’re too busy refreshing your 178 rss feeds and hoping something interesting has been dugg.

Long story short: I will try to spend less time reading pointless articles and blog posts, and more time writing here.

Published August 12th, 2006 at 10:40.