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April 17, 2006


I ought to do some writing. Some real writing, not like the stuff I've done recently, which was mostly filling out the tax report, writing reminder letters to people who owe me money or letters of endorsement for people who seem to be very nice, but who I still don't know.

It's weird to recommend someone you barely know to someone you don't know at all. And difficult. And don't ask me how I did it. I just hope this works out in some way.

No, some real writing, like I ought to put out Messages from the lost continent, which I would do instantly if I finally got to talk to all the people who were involved in writing it and settle the terms under which we'll share the debts or profits that will come from this project once it's out on the market. That is, if I finally kicked myself in the body part that I usually sit upon to finally get going and talk to all these people.

Some real writing, unlike the To-Do lists that I should be writing to finally get some things done.

Some real writing, like perhaps that MSc thesis I'm supposed to be working on, but am not working on because (a) other things are creating the impression of being more urgent and/or more fun, and, more importantly, (b) other people keep borrowing the books I need from the library, that is books which weren't really there in the first place and which are only there because I had them ordered because I needed them, and now everybody else seems to want them and get them and I'm the one who doesn't get them because our stupid library system allows each borrower to have each book for a full month, so I have to wait f'ing six months until I'll get some of the books, meaning I'll get them at a time pretty much after I'm supposed to submit the finished thesis, and I'm having no idea how to get to my sources.

Some real writing like the eighth and ninth short story that are supposed to be in my collection which was supposed to be out in November but which was held back because (a) I thought those two stories should really be in it and (b) I'm still not convinced it's a good idea to publish a book of short stories written in English with a publisher in Germany, but then none of the publishers in England that I wrote to found it worth the hassle to even respond to my letters, so this whole thing looks like it's delayed, like, indefinitely. Unless I finally write those stories and publish it in Germany.

And in between all this, I suddenly start buying and listening to Curtis Mayfield records, of all things. What is wrong with me?

Anyway, some real writing, unlike this rambling that's going on here at the moment, this whining without direction which, if you've actually read this far, is probably boring you stiff by now. Actually, I wonder why you've made it until this point, because, frankly, today's blog entry sucks in a major way. And that is mostly because I felt like filling some space with words, even though there isn't really anything to write about.

This is the kind of writing that I hate.
This is the kind of writing that shouldn't be published.
It's the kind of writing that, along with cat pictures, gives weblogs a bad name.
And if you find this interesting, then you're sick, or a social voyeur, or both.

No wisecrack comments please. I'm not in the mood for them and will delete them mercilessly.

Posted by Horst on April 17, 2006 11:30 PM to books & bookkeeping | Tell-a-friend
walt said on April 18, 2006 05:08 PM:

"And if you find this interesting, then you're sick, or a social voyeur, or both."

Or someone who finds the writing process in all its peculiar variations interesting in its own right. Which means, usually and in this case, a sometimes-frustrated writer.

Horst said on April 18, 2006 07:21 PM:

Ha ha. Okay, that was not a wisecrack remark. You can stay. ;-)

Janice Keane said on April 19, 2006 02:45 AM:

Speaking as a person who is wont to ramble on about what's wrong with (other) people and the world in general, I think what you've written is pretty clear, Horst.

Jann said on April 29, 2006 08:49 PM:

I would think that anyone who reads blogs, and pays attention (whether or not they respond) to some of the sillier, or at the very least, less serious, postings, (more serious being, for example, how to rescue the world from the Bush Administration), would have to be something of a “social voyeur”, otherwise why would they bother? But perhaps my understanding of the term “social voyeur”, which incidentally, seems to have no denotation in English, is more benign than you intended. But then I guess one has to take one’s amusement where one finds it.

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