The Ink Never Dries

I think I was born for this electronic era. A friend of mine says that projects are never finished, merely abandoned. I just can't seem to abandon anything. So a world where everything stays fluid and changeable sounds perfect.

A blinking cursor on a blank page has become the classic icon of the frustrated writer. But it's the blinking activity light on a printer, or the progressing gas guage of a rendering video that haunts me. Maybe there's a mistake somewhere. I know I could've tightened up the wording, and I certainly could've been more culturally sensitive. Am I just 'paying the bills' with this piece, or is there something special in it that will resonate with someone? And did I work hard enough to make it happen?

I like that I can work with so many media, but the inherent conflicts between them are giving me schizophrenia. I have to juggle so many tasks at once, while delicately balancing my time and energy. I could be a circus freak. My mother has lamented that her kids didn't come with a manual. Now that I'm old enough to appreciate it, I guess I kinda lament that too.

Inspired and Frustrated

That's it. I'm writing. I've come to the place beyond where I question what life isn't, to where I'm (mostly) satisfied in what life is. I have ideas too, you know. They may not be the best ideas, but they're sure better than some. No ideas are better than some stuff out there.

The goal of my blog is to organise my thoughts for myself. It's a journal. It's to say the things I want to say, in the ways I can't in my day job. And design things in ways I can't for my day job. But I'm going to be a little bit careful, 'cause I really like my day job.

I don't care who reads this, or whether or not history is looking over my shoulder. I don't care if I come off as intelligent or daft. I don't care if I sound callous, or like a bleeding-heart namby-pamby. I'm not selling anything, especially myself. That's it. I'm writing.