In the spirit of NaNoWriMo there have recently been challenges to blog (or micro blog) every day for a month; this has also followed through to December. It’s great that these have been set in order to encourage people to blog more, to write more, to build a regular habit, but I’m personally past that.
A brief exchange on micro.blog made me more closely examine why I started writing about mental health here.
After admitting (to myself more than anything) that I had problems I needed an avenue to explore and deal with them. All the professional advice is that it’s best to talk but that’s still not something I’m necessarily comfortable doing in person.
I’ve been toying with the idea of coming back to the blog for a while but it has always met with some internal resistance.
I think the problem has not been the blogging per se rather everything else that goes with it. But, I miss it and have done for some time.
Going over old posts from the #write365 project I noticed a thread running through a number of them: honesty.
- Writing for self gives an honesty of thought and opinion.
- Writing tired, when the guard is down, gives a deeper honesty we might normally try to hide.
Adam Procter shared a video detailing what he’s working on for his PhD research: reimagining digital tools for design education because they are “fundamentally broken” being a literal translation from paper to screen. He talks about possibly using Spatial Hypertext for the interface (where there are more visual representations for information chunks and their interrelations) rather than linear walls of text pulled straight from textbooks.
I’ve mentioned my Write365 challenge on a number of occasions but not recently, properly (and certainly not here) explained what it was.
In November 2013 I stopped blogging. I was unhappy with what it had become and, as I’ve said, how it became too focused and gotten away from the idea of what a blog should be.
“Technology is the campfire around which we tell our stories.”
― Laurie Anderson
As human beings we are students of story. We are enthralled by them just as we are enthralled by the flames of a campfire, fascinated by their twists and turns and always want to know how they end. We feel cheated if we can’t get that closure.
You may have been wondering why there have been no posts since November. The simple answer is I am not blogging but I’m still writing…
I have decided to take a break from the requirements for perfection I place upon myself here and just give myself the freedom to write about anything, without pressure.