I’ve always identified myself as a writer, even when it was poetry for machines and deadline dreck for newsletters, pamphlets, and flyers.
I like words and written communication better than verbal or theatrical presentations because of the random access you have to the information as a reader. With a speech, or Radio, or a Play, TV, or Movie the information is under control of the deliverer, not the audience. It’s inherently a serial exposition, a sales pitch, designed by arrangement and order to lead you from reasonable premises to a predetermined conclusion without allowing you to revisit the path of the argument unless you repeat the experience from scratch.
You may call reading the last chapter to find out ‘who done it’ cheating, I suggest instead that it’s a challenge every Author should be willing to face. If you can’t make your middle memorable it’s probably better suited for a Short Story than a Novel.
So that’s what’s in it for me. It’s a form of self expression in a broadly accessible format that’s not really very expensive except in terms of the time it takes to produce the content.
What’s in it for you?
There are 2 parts to this answer.
As a Reader only, you get to bask in my brilliance and wallow in my words and if passive entertainment suits your style I’m grateful for your eyeballs. By that I mean you’ll get a lot more of me if you can stand it and love or hate it I don’t really give a rat’s ass what you think about me as long as you pay attention.
But the beauty part of a blog is that you can have your voice heard too. It’s called a Vent Hole for a reason and it accepts both positive and negative feedback. If your ambition exceeds a Tweet or two you can contribute longer pieces that I will be more than happy to evaluate and feature. There is nothing that gives me more pleasure than promoting the work of others.
I hope that The Stars Hollow Gazette will develop into a Group Blog where regular participants as well as muse driven Authors will provide a stream of fresh content that will make us a several time a day destination.
I think that blogs are both more and less powerful platforms than conventionally recognized. Many people have a nostalgic affection for storming the Bastille and I don’t despise those who are willing to wear no pants.
My legs are not what they once were, though that doesn’t mean I won’t ‘kilt up’ if the occasion calls for it.
I don’t think a failure to summon musket armed militia is an indication of weakness. The information battlefield has numerous hedgerows, stone walls, and trees to snipe from behind of. If you think it doesn’t hurt you’re not listening to the howls of outrage from the ego struck elite you ungrateful cur.
My activist brother thinks the most important function of blogs is as a source of information and a historical record, an alternative to the monopolistic media with its competitive barriers. I think it’s equally as important to amuse and distract. Your eyeballs are money. Your passive consent, complicity.
I call you to a life of resistance in the small and easily done things. Move your money. Use cash when you can. Turn off your lights when you leave the room and properly inflate your tires.
If just two people do it, in harmony, they’ll think they’re both faggots and won’t take either of them.
I’ve been called worse things than a stick. Whom would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all and the native hue of resolution is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought, and enterprise of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.
In thy orisons be all my sins remembered.
No one has any obligation to treat you any particular way on the internet.
Indeed, one of the things I most despise about our inbred Versailles Village political/media culture is their false politeness and evasion of the truth.
Calling people liars and cowards and idiots is not ‘hate speech’.
If you can’t tell the difference between those things it’s simply useless to talk about subtleties and I won’t bother to do so.
In general however you may attribute to me personally any vice- I claim them all, particularly sloth. If you have something new and inventive you’d care to share I’m always interested in novelty. On the other hand you can hardly complain when I return the favor and if I happen to do it bigger and grander than you and you leave impressed…
That’s envy, my dear. There’s a little bit of envy in the best of us.
The law that entropy always increases holds, I think, the supreme position among the laws of Nature. If someone points out to you that your pet theory of the universe is in disagreement with Maxwell’s equations – then so much the worse for Maxwell’s equations. If it is found to be contradicted by observation – well, these experimentalists do bungle things sometimes. But if your theory is found to be against the second law of thermodynamics I can give you no hope; there is nothing for it but to collapse in deepest humiliation. – Sir Arthur Stanley Eddington
But change is only to be expected, and while most of it is merely increasing entropy, intermittently self organizing systems emerge and flourish for a time.
And if you’re lucky you can be a part of it.