2021/03/04#p1
Thinking further about thinking I was contemplating how my meditation on and use of language has changed over the years. How, as an upstart twenty-something, my use of vocabulary was more audacious and attention seeking. I would never think to write something like "my predilection for pathos" now – it just wouldn't occur to me. I suppose I've grown out of that phase of life; I'd like to think I grew out of it a long time ago but would probably be only fooling myself.
An interesting question remains: has my vocabulary shrunk because I no longer spend ages trawling through a thesaurus for the perfect synonym or, in my earlier years, was it artificially inflated because of that very practice? Probably the latter based on how often I would re-use such words – i.e. almost never.
One thing is certain: I spend less time thinking than I used to. Proper, deep thinking. Real getting-to-grips-with-things thinking. It's a shame.
Although I am working on the longer project it still feels like I am taking the quick route down "instant gratification highway" rather than parking up and staying in a motel, not caring how long it will take to get there. I may have written more for a single thing than at any time of my life (probably even including the failed sci-fi novel in my late teens/early twenties) but it still doesn't feel enough. Maybe I'm just being too hard on myself – it's a first draft after all.
I imagine this is why I've vowed to read a lot more this year, to feel like I am challenging myself intellectually, to force myself to dive deeper rather than just wade in the shallows. Maybe I'm just expecting too much, and as always, too quickly.
During the "pretentious poetry phase" of my early twenties my vocabulary was more audacious and attention-seeking but, while I now deliberately avoid …