Day 11 of posting to the blog everyday.
Although today might not count.
I literally have nothing to say.
I could just write about what I've been doing, like a diary entry, but it seems ridiculously self-indulgent and stupid. There's no way anyone would find what I've been doing of any interest. And to be honest, I'd be bored writing it.
So I'm currently on the BBC news website looking for inspiration. Literally, that's what it's come to.
Okay, so I'm just reading an article about a fella named Colin Pitchfork. Sound's like a nice guy, right? Like a character from a CBeebies cartoon? Yeah, well he raped and murdered two 15-year-olds in the 80's.
I guess the lesson is don't judge a book by its title? That's passable, right? Like I can stop writing now?
Okay, okay. Christ. I'll keep looking.
That's the only thing that jumped out to me on the BBC News website. I wonder what is going on at home in North Yorkshire.
Oh my God.
I can't believe what I'm reading.
Oh God.
This changes everything.
Maybe the lesson of today's blog post isn't about any news story in particular, maybe it's just about news. Why do people give a fuck about what is going on? What is news? Are we at a loss for not knowing?
I started this blog deciding I have been doing nothing worthy of note, and now I'm scrolling news sites for stories that they have considered noteworthy. Is that what life is about? Doing things worthy of note? Or is it about caring enough to give a fuck about what other people consider noteworthy? Does this make any sense? Am I even close to some moral conclusion or question that would allow me to stop fucking writing? Please?
Maybe it's not about making note of your life at all. Nor is it about expecting people to care about your news. Maybe it's about setting yourself goals - say, a daily writing challenge - and despising the version of yourself that wants to quit so much that you have no option but to keep going.
That'll do.
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