Just write, dammit

I’ve made it my aim this year to try and write more. Not through any misplaced sense of self-importance that what I have to say is interesting, more that any flexing of the creative muscles can only be good for you, and writing has a lower barrier of entry than, say, painting. For the record, I’m not taking up painting. Moreover, there’s few easier ways than blogging to get one in to the writing habit. So here we are. I’m going to do my utmost to commit my only-vaguely coherent thoughts to e-paper as often as is appropriate. I’m not setting myself an agenda or theme about which I should write; on the contrary, I have no extensive knowledge on any topic that would lend itself to a single-subject blog.

So, in lieu of not being able to write about what I know (as the old adage goes), given I don’t really know shit about shit, I’m going to valiantly attempt to write about what I’d like to know. A subtle distinction, one which will become all the more evident as I attempt to wax lyrical on a subject about which I know precious little. I suppose there’ll be posts reviewing films or books, posts about technology, and possibly posts about politics or sport (I’ll really be pushing the bounds of what I know with those last two), but most all of them will be written with the purpose of furthering my knowledge of the subject in question. And, of course, with providing all (both?) of you lucky readers with a witty, erudite, informative commentary. Lovely.

And after that well-meaning and intentioned introduction, I suspect I’ll disappear into months of writer’s block and not post again until this time next year. You’re welcome.