I started the spell of waking hours a year ago as
a way to legitimise the writing of the longer-form pieces I found myself writing,
as a way to build up a personal style, to experiment with different ways of expressing
my thoughts and ideas; a way to think critically about the passions, the
tangents, and the trails of thread I found myself chasing, pursuing,
relentlessly enjoying. When I embarked upon this voyage of discovery, I had no
idea what would happen to it, what I would write, how I would write, how it
would evolve. But now, a year later, with just on one-thousand hits, it has
become one of the more rewarding things I have ever done, creatively-speaking. In
the process, I’ve learnt how to write a review, how to write well; how to
develop and articulate a point, back it up with evidence, and how to stand by
that conviction.
In the thirteen
months I’ve been developing this blog, I have finished university (for the time
being) and have begun trying to find something I’m passionate about. In many
ways, my blog is the answer to a question that I ask myself after every book,
film, play, after every project – why should I/we care
about what is being presented to me/us? In keeping this blog, I’ve been trying
to uncover the something that ticks at the heart of every thing I encounter,
the ‘why’ that keeps me going back time after time for more. While I don’t
suppose we can ever truly find the answer, in some small way, I think I’ve
found my niche.
I guess the only way to find out is to keep following that red
thread through the labyrinth, to keep going back asking for more.
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