7 posts tagged “blog”

Changed the name and layout of that other blog. Take a look and tell me what you think, here or there, doesn't matter.

I totally love that picture. Makes me laugh every time.

I'm just curious, for those of you who stop by to check this blog every once in a while to see whether or not I've written anything. Have you actually checked the link to go over to my other site?

The reason I ask is because I'm debating whether or not I should post my entries for my composition blog up here as well, for people to read, or if it would be redundant to have this material in two places at once.

Let me know what you think, if, indeed, there's anybody still out there.

What? How is it possible that I can declare hiatus on a project that I frequently ignore simply because I don't feel like working on it?

Well, I'll tell you!

See, the reason why I'm declaring this an official hiatus from this blog is because my online writing is currently going into my other project, which is a writer's blog for my university composition class. The reason why I'm telling you this is because I'm posting a lot on that site (I get graded for it, which proves that I can commit to just about anything given the proper incentive!).

If you'd like to check it out just to get a taste of more of my random, vague, incoherent thoughts, head over to Matt's Exciting Placeholder Blog Title! and have a read. I can't promise that what you'll find will be any different than what I post here, or even any good, for that matter, but at least it's getting updated five days a week.

-Matt

You know what's weird?

Sometimes, I go for weeks at a time without blogging or tweeting or communicating online in any meaningful way (not to say that my blog and my twitter are meaningful!) and then sometimes, there's nothing I want to do except blog and tweet, but when I feel that way, I worry that it will look strange that I'll have a three week gap and then a day where I posted five times in under an hour.

Just one of the many little things I do that make me pretty sure I'm secretly neurotic.

This is a little amusing, and the only thing I can think about that's worth writing that does not relate to the tragic demise of my laptop.

So, I've got this English class, yeah? You know, makes sense, I'm a Creative Writing major and all, I write in English, and so on. Well, in the interest of encouraging all of us student-types to write more, we're required to start a blog and write at least 500 words each day.

On the one hand, I relish the idea because I always want to be more consistent in my writing.

On the other hand, I can only look back at the sporadic efforts made on this blog and silently weep in anticipation of the coming horror.

This article had me thinking this morning. I recommend that you read it and spend some time, as I did, pondering the mysteries of the human brain, consciousness and the nature of thoughts.

Been thinking about moving my little blog to a different site so I can have a fresh start; this is a ritual I have repeated a few times in the past when I feel that the mental clutter of my current blog has built up to a critical mass. I'll let you know if I decide to move suddenly.

I would very much like to know why my public library's network does not want to play nicely with the Vox interface. I would be nice to get back into the regular habit of writing blog entries, except for that fact that you need access to a blog to do it.

I also would like to know, although I realize that nobody will be able to tell me, why my mind is so fractured and broken as of late that even the most rudimentary efforts of sustained concentration seem beyond my ability. I've been trying to write more, really, I have. And yet, it seems like everything falls apart after the first attempt; the great idea I had doesn't feel nearly as worthwhile the moment I try to write the first line. Why is that? Am I afraid?

Why is my folder littered with half-finished stories and jotted notes, without anything complete to show for my efforts? Why can't I finish what I start?

Hah. I guess if I knew the answer to that, I'd know the answer to life itself. And can you imagine how boring that would be?