Useless blogger and the sea of unwritten posts

How to kill off your blog? Stop updating regularly - the few people who had interest in your blog will loose it. And yes, it’s been over a week for this fabulous writer. Not that I believe my posts are of that much significance that they would be missed, but I am boisterous enough to own a blog in a first place, which is a claim of I have something vaguely important to say so it’s no place to be coy.

So here goes: I’m sorry, I suck.

I have been thinking about posts a lot. Marquez wrote once about his sea of unwritten short stories - stories he had ideas for, or just killer titles that he couldn’t make up a plot for and how they all swam away unwritten creating a sea that every writer has to learn not to sink in. I have had so many post ideas they formed quite a significant pond by now and I feel a bit short on breath.

There was a post I started writing in my notebook at the Chaleroi airport, I had a title and all: The joys of travelling*. But I didn’t quite get to coming up with a punch line. I thought about writing a precautionary story of How to fail a photographic assignment. I wanted to write about photographic kit I’m using lately too, but then I’d have to take photos of it, then edit the photos, think of an lay out… Not to mention that I have to write about my current research, which is photography related as well.

This very morning I watched a pretty atrocious (quality-wise) documentary about a very important issue the actions of internal inteligence in Poland in the 70s, people who got killed fighting for freedom during the communistic regime as well as people who were co-operating with the police. And I thought of writing about the fact that being young means an obligation to want to and attempt changing the world in whichever way, perhaps because it’s only before we’re adult that we’re insane enough to believe in it. But then… does it not smell too much of moralism to be a blogging material? This is how this swam away to the sea of unwritten blog posts as well.

The problem is, Marquez says, once they’re there there is no way they are coming back. You have to let go. To help me cope I thought about writing obituaries for my posts. In loving memory of The Ultimate Belgium Beer Guide… but of course -

- I never got round to it.

*update 09/07 I did it