The title of this post is supposed to be from Almost Famous, but I apparently mis-remembered it. Its the part where William Miller meets Lester Bang. Bang said “pages of dribble”, not “pure drivel”. I knew the “just to fucking write!” part, though, and that’s the important bit.
I haven’t written anything here since early April. And those last few sporadic posts were all cooking stories. I still cook a lot. More than ever, actually. At least more variety. But I haven’t felt the impulse to put it online. It doesn’t feel like any of it is of import to anyone else. Though that’s never been the point of this site. Its always been a creative outlet for me to do with what I please. No offense, but I don’t really care if you like it or if you even see it.
I was inspired to write this after reading The Great Discontent interview with Frank Chimero, in which he talks about reinventing himself over and over and taking risks never being content with what he’s made in the past. I like that. I’m not even sure what I expect to gain from writing this, even if it prompts me to write more in the future. I read a lot about getting to know yourself by writing, but I’ve never felt it. I have to force it for a while, then I stop, because I’m not getting anything from it. It just feels like work with no return. Maybe that’ll be different, now? Who cares…
I just want to make stuff, but I always feel inadequate when I start making web things. I’ve been left behind by the technologies. When I start to make something, I feel like I need to learn or re-learn too much to do what I want. Gah, I’m overwhelmed just thinking about it.
Maybe I should just make something. Something simple. Something pure. Something hand-crafted.
Blah blah blah, whatever.