The Blank Day
Feb. 1st, 2009 08:03 amLate last night, about ten minutes before the midnight hour and the change of day, I struggled over what to twitter before I was content to just let the day go blank, and I thought it might be better to do that more often, instead of cluttering an already heavily loaded blog with more throw-away writing, in the same vein that I no longer want to cut and paste so many articles - as if to make my blog more quality.
I have some regrets the morning after. I favor more the sculptor's model for writing, that is, you throw up a lot of stuff and work and re-shape it from there.
The better course may be to stop leaving the day blank until evening in the faith that I will whip something up, especially since my memory is not so keen that it keeps the little pregnant moments lived through earlier in the day. Looking inside yourself and facing the blank emptiness in the black of night with the day dying around you is not a comfortable place to be.
I have some regrets the morning after. I favor more the sculptor's model for writing, that is, you throw up a lot of stuff and work and re-shape it from there.
The better course may be to stop leaving the day blank until evening in the faith that I will whip something up, especially since my memory is not so keen that it keeps the little pregnant moments lived through earlier in the day. Looking inside yourself and facing the blank emptiness in the black of night with the day dying around you is not a comfortable place to be.