Why I'm not interesting enough, and other thoughts.

As I'm determined to keep this blog running, at least for a little while, I decided to search out some other blogs for inspiration (or, to steal their ideas). It's astonishing these people you come across, their lives full of sex, drugs, parties, music, skinny indie boys, photography, words, magazines, fashion, guerilla peeing. People who make a living out of sharing every sordid detail of their fucked up but impossibly glamourous lives. Orgies and Anna Wintour, how can I possibly compete? My life consists of the following: wake, food, work, food, work, home, food, MacBook, sleep (with the odd deviation for a film or a gig). It must be so easy for these people to write their blogs, every utterance and every unexpected encounter is perfect fodder for another effortlessly cool anecdote. How else to get noticed, than be so unrelentingly controversial and ante-upping.

It gets a little tiresome though, the constant one-upmanship and need to make every post more shocking and OMG!-worthy than the last. It must be nice to get a regular gig on an edgy magazine or website, but at what sacrifice? I wouldn't like to be overly judgemental, if that's your thing then stick to it, but there must come a point when alienating family and friends overtakes the desire to be a media darling at any cost. If you've stumbled on this post looking for more of the same (and let's face it, the above few paragraphs are a Google keywords wet dream), I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Alas, there is no prostitute living in my kitchen, and I spent London Fashion Week working in a decidedly unglamorous office building next door to Cardiff prison. Although I won't be sharing any group-sex stories anytime soon (hey, don't rule it out though, right?), I think that I can do a pretty decent job of holding people's attention just by having a little flair with words. So expect some film reviews, some discussion on feminist and other political issues, and possibly some more stream-of-consciousness personal crap, if anything interesting actually happens to me.

I realise that I've now written two posts about my writing of blogs. I apologise, but I've been in a particularly narcissistic mood. The next one will be something different, I promise.

On a completely unrelated subject, it is Halloween on Saturday. I would usually moan about the sexualisation of the 'holiday', but this year I am embracing Slutoween and going to a party full of strangers as a slutty bat. Yes, a bat. Feminist credentials be damned, I want to show off some cleavage, and wear giant bat wings in the process. These ones, to be precise:



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A slightly peculiar introduction...

I like writing, and I'm supposedly building a career on my ability to construct coherent sentences and form a narrative with a few short words. It seems a natural progression to write a blog, and everybody seems to be at it. From my musical idols, through witty and scathing reviews of TV programmes, to the over-sharing and pretentious blogs of my acquaintances, writing a blog has become the accepted method of validating your existence either as a writer, or just as a tech-savvy and interesting person.

I've flirted with blogs many times, setting up more than one account to write film reviews, political comment or just personal anecdotes, and have always had good feedback on my writing. However, I tend to lose interest after a few weeks and the blog goes unused for a few months before I remember it exists and finally delete all evidence. Friends constantly tell me to keep up with the writing as a means to cultivate a rolling online portfolio, and this is seemingly now an accepted route to a job in the media industry. My problem is that I can't seem to conjure up the enthusiasm to maintain a regular blog. I can Twitter 'til the cows come home, and constantly update Facebook, but as ridiculous as it sounds I feel like there is too much pressure with a full-form blog. It's silly really, I don't have many issues with wittering on for ages on a given subject, and I always excelled at uni (and now in evening college) on writing extended articles and essays, but with a public audience I have a tendency to clam up and over-think what I am writing (I'm doing it now, analysing every word).

Saying all that, I'm going to give it another try. This time I'll try not to let it fall by the wayside, and will endeavour to regularly update this thing with reviews, rants, or whatever springs to mind at the time. I have a shiny new MacBook Pro, which should provide a little extra encouragement to sit down and type things out. And yes, I'm fully prepare to eat my words in a couple of months time...

Let's try this again

Blog number 1, coming soon