The Vineyards

Three days? It is ten days already! You said you would post frequently! What is going on?

Ah, very much is going on. Yes, tremendous lots of big things are going on. But I will not mention most of them here, no no. On the other hand, in these last days I have been pondering about a number of things to talk about. I have three posts in mind already, and a story that keeps getting bigger whenever I think of what to do with it.

The only problem is I have not started to write any of them. But that is easily remedied, and once done, all should flow well. I have a strong tendency to not stop writing until I reach the last line. Later I may go through it again, rewrite some things, fix some errors, but I always consider it written once I finish it - imperfect, but written. And for a post that is good enough - I will not ponder for hours over a blog post, will I? Not saying my five readers do not deserve it, but it simply is not necessary in this context, it would take away too much of the spontaneity of it.

So, when I begin to write these posts, they will be done in a few hours. No major worries there. And the first is likely to be about a song - a theory I formulated while I walked the space of fifteen meters (from the front door to the kitchen).

I will leave it at that for now, and not mention the other ideas, especially because they may be too complex to bother with. I will consider it further.

The story is about Etienne destroying Temuair, or something like that. I have many things to add to it, but the ending is still to be decided - so maybe he will not destroy Temuair, really. This one, however, I certainly cannot write in one go.

Just to mention it, on Monday I will visit an advertisement agency. They need someone to write for one campaign - a freelance job -, and perhaps remain there afterwards. It is the same I did for the previous agency - just this time I have a better chance of being paid. Regardless, I hate it. I completely hate this kind of work. "But nowadays any work, paying anything, is great", they tell me. Fine, I will not sabotage myself, but I hate the job. I do.

That is all for now.

Posted by Etienne at April 18, 2004 07:43 PM