Albatross
I tried to edit the black dress piece today. Not only could I not read my own writing without cringing, I found myself getting depressed while reading Heather's comments. So I gave up.
I am feeling that familiar twinge of sadness that always comes with my serious "real" writing and I realize I haven't been as motivated to contribute to this blog as it starts to evolve into "real" writing. Or rather, as I realize that I like what I have written here a lot more than the sixty-six pages of the black dress project.
Of course, all this begs the question: what do I mean by "real" writing and why is it harder to do something once it ceases to seem frivolous?
Unfortunately, I have gone to far on the black dress path to turn back now. I must plough through this ennui. I can't stop until it is finished, although I have no idea what finished will look like. As I look at this medium that is the blog, it occurs to me that, in so many ways, the black dress project would prehaps be best served as a blog, moreso than a book or gallery show. I have thought this for some time. So then, as I was driving from the gym to my mom's house to pick up Julian (because if I can't write, I can at least be a gerbil on a treadmill in the hopes that I will have smaller hips) I had the perhaps overdue idea: why don't I just create another blog devoted entirely to the black dress project? I can work out my writing difficulties and, in addition to posting the color pictures I have decided not to use (which is what I have been doing here), I can gradually post the sixty+ black and white photos which I do hope to use. I can still get feedback from the members of my writers' group, but I can also get comments from my cyber audience. (All four of you will be expected to pony up your thoughts.)
What do you think?
I am feeling that familiar twinge of sadness that always comes with my serious "real" writing and I realize I haven't been as motivated to contribute to this blog as it starts to evolve into "real" writing. Or rather, as I realize that I like what I have written here a lot more than the sixty-six pages of the black dress project.
Of course, all this begs the question: what do I mean by "real" writing and why is it harder to do something once it ceases to seem frivolous?
Unfortunately, I have gone to far on the black dress path to turn back now. I must plough through this ennui. I can't stop until it is finished, although I have no idea what finished will look like. As I look at this medium that is the blog, it occurs to me that, in so many ways, the black dress project would prehaps be best served as a blog, moreso than a book or gallery show. I have thought this for some time. So then, as I was driving from the gym to my mom's house to pick up Julian (because if I can't write, I can at least be a gerbil on a treadmill in the hopes that I will have smaller hips) I had the perhaps overdue idea: why don't I just create another blog devoted entirely to the black dress project? I can work out my writing difficulties and, in addition to posting the color pictures I have decided not to use (which is what I have been doing here), I can gradually post the sixty+ black and white photos which I do hope to use. I can still get feedback from the members of my writers' group, but I can also get comments from my cyber audience. (All four of you will be expected to pony up your thoughts.)
What do you think?
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