So, what is it then? An excersice in don't draft, do?!

I haven't posted anything in ages. Had hardly got started and already I neglected this blog. Let me explain. I think blogging is of immense therapeutic value. And I don't mean the stream of consciousness like sharing of any thought that so happens to pop into the blogger's head. Rather I see it as a cure, or at least an attempt to counteract, perfectionism. Early on, I already noticed that I'm not an honest blogger. I put fiction over fact, or the simulation of fact to be more precise. I can't stand typos - at least those I spot - and correct and republish at leisure. I did like the illusion of continuous activity, so changed the dates accordingly. I hoped no one would notice, no one would be so keen to visit regularly to see... (And aren't bloggers usually supposed to want readers?) But such a long time has passed that you don't need to be a keen reader to stumble accross this barren field of blogging endeavour. So an excuse and proof of my activity behind the scenes instead.

drafts galore.

I realised that I would have got a chain of almost uninterrupted publications, had I not planned but done. Had I not left it for later, but posted without thinking, planning, or perfecting. So I could change my blogging ways. Forbid myself to save as draft. Immediately follow up on inspiring online findings, write about them there and then. Also, the piss spots have been waiting to be shared for a long time now. I could do that now. Just post and ramble on. But they deserve more. You'll see. So, what is it then? A perfectionist's failed attempt at self medication? I guess it's the same as with any other therapy. It only works if you're willing to change, to listen. To be perfectly honest, I'm not. So, what is it then? Just another blog post. Finally.