I just can’t wait to be King
I am bored already of the prentention I poured into those first two entries. From now on, this journal, naught but a substitute for one of my many hardcover leather notebooks, shall reflect more accurately my normal Berlin life. Pretention when appropriate, simple awe at the wonders of spring life in the city when it occurs, and the more usual suspects within a travel journal. Comparisons, confusions, mistranslations. As such, I’ll have to do some reorganizing. Luckily, that is a matter of little importance, as this journal is so young, I don’t believe I have readers yet. Correct me, of course, if I am wrong, but I don’t expect that I am.
Go, go, wordpress transformation!
15 April 2008 at 1:31 pm
If people truly tired of their own pretentious writing, heaven forbid, blogs would be dying by the thousands, and we’d have no context or state of things to rise out of and separate ourselves from.
The remaining stuff worth reading would be so overexposed it would lose it’s value, and the comment sections of those last few posts would be flooded with half-wit remarks and internecine flame wars.
Stop thinking about what you want to say before you write it. Feel, and feel again… -then emote on the page! Give yourself well-intentioned, honest expression over artificially fluffed up and strained diction.
You don’t have a reader yet in me, but you could.
~ Driz