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November 16, 2005

Block

And then I was under the illusion of having writer's block because I can't seem to think of anything sensible to write about in my weblog at the moment as most of it feels like I've already done it before (yoghurt promotion on cold winter autumn days for example, the one thing you should definitely not be eating according to Chinese medicine, no matter what the [insert well-known brand name here] commercial tells you) or because it seems, well, ephemeral (like the observation that for some reason at this time of the year people dress mostly in grey or black, presumably to match the weather, or to deal with autumnal depression or whatever, and the sight of one young female student in brightly-coloured, alomst spring-like clothes in front of university this morning seems so totally out of place, not to mention out of season), and then I realised that I have been writing other things (like the Messages) like crazy lately and that it isn't really writer's block at all, that it's more of an unwillingness or almost an inability to blather on and on and on about my so-called "boring" life which possibly might be so "boring" that perhaps subconsciously I don't even consider it blogworthy any longer, and, let's admit it, Haldur Gislufsson talking about drunken mooses in Scandinavia for the third consecutive year isn't all that funny either, even if they are now terrorising the residents of an old people's home home, and besides, I haven't even decided whether Haldur should return to this blog or remain mysteriously absent (in a possibly misguided attempt to make this weblog seem more "mature" and "adult" because to be taken more seriously while at the same time I am having long-time Haldur fans complaining about his protrected absence), and all I can say about this is well I don't think I really care because much as I hate my access statistics to indicate that I lost more than half my readers since August, I still can't force myself to write, you know, just to write anything regardless of the content, just filling up blank space on a scrollable and hence potentially infinite page for the sake of a continued blogging output which may, let's admit that, too, be of fairly questionable value, like the question that came up in a blogmeet in London recently when Annie Mole asked what we thought about putting advertisements on our weblogs and whether we thought the dichotomy of making money through ads vs. being criticised for it by our readers for selling out and thus devaluing our weblogs was constituting some kind of dilemma, and I said, no, I don't think so, actually I don't think my weblog has any kind of "value" (whatever that may be) as it is, so I'm not really facing any kind of dilemma other than occasional spells of writer's block, and I refuse to be criticised even for that because there's not really anything I can do against it, so no, I don't think I'm in any kind of dilemma here.

Posted by Horst on November 16, 2005 12:58 AM to metablogging | Tell-a-friend
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laura said on November 16, 2005 08:42 AM:

Well, I guess that article I read about Viennese coffee shops, which serve a cute litte demitasse wi a spoon across the top, failed to stress the strength of the coffee being imbibed.

OK, Horst. How would you grade your own "essay"?

lucid said on November 16, 2005 05:38 PM:

You must choose the right media for your writing, and the moment you publish your book you will probably feel better about the blog, too.

For the time being you seem to be either
a) fishing for compliments,
b) really completely desperate about your "value", or
c) discovering the season cycle and its meaning to menkind.

walt said on November 16, 2005 06:09 PM:

Now that's a post! The sentence length, structure, and tone alone qualify it as one of the classic "life trumps blogging" posts...congratulations.

nora said on November 16, 2005 10:19 PM:

man, you sound like a mid-november day in vienna personified.

re laura: i like you. you're funny.

Horst said on November 17, 2005 12:08 AM:

No, I wasn't fishing for compliments, I think I have a pretty good notion of my "value", and, I've said this before several times, not everything I write is, um, true. Much of it is fiction, or reality and fiction combined. For example, the "Block" posting contains at least four things that didn't happen as described.

Josh Cogliati said on November 17, 2005 04:36 AM:

Is that all you can write? One sentance? :)

laura said on November 17, 2005 08:32 AM:

I would like to guess one of the four things that didn't happen as described, in hopes of winning a prize for a contest you haven't announced yet, because I have never won one of your prizes: Annie Mole didn't bring up the question of weblog advertising. Am I right? What do I win? Can I name my own prize?

Laura
(Thanks, Nora!)

Horst said on November 17, 2005 09:30 AM:

Sorry, Annie Mole did bring up the subject of weblog advertising. And sorry again, this is not going to turn into a contest.

lucid said on November 17, 2005 08:39 PM:

Only four things out of 15 "didn't happen as described"? But happened differently? But happened?
End even if not everything "happened as described" ("The truth is often so dull and uninspired") - still the emotion behind it might be real.
I'd say it is.

The Cartoonist said on November 18, 2005 03:49 PM:

Shall we call you 'Molly' now? :-)

BTW - thanks for the book. I like it.

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