Cliff made some interesting writings the other day about bloggers and writers and creative-type thinking their best days are behind them. I can sympathise – in many ways my golden years on ALBOWIEB are behind me, along with those halcyon days when bloggers were cool and got book deals. (Cough – would happily sign a contract, I’ve got ideas. Call me.) But creatively? Hells no.
If I thought my writing was getting worse I’d die, I’d stop straight away. I read posts from years ago, months ago, weeks ago, last week...and I just cringe. What utter shit, tripe, balls, do I come out with day in and day out. What was I thinking? And the hair.
I want to consistently up my game, be thought-provoking, amusing, occasionally (every 6 months or so) hilarious, invariably witty and consistently stylish. I know that if I had a resident sub lots would change, but my voice is my voice. What I say on here doesn’t come from the heart – what a mistake that would be – but I should hope that it might come from the soul. And my soul never yearns for yesterday.
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