Where Do I Find the Time?

Well, I did have to get over the guilty feeling I used to get when posting a raw bookmarklet with no commentary (till I saw Evhead doing it and went phew!) but honestly, there are two answers to that.

One is that I'm a writer.

I'm a writer not currently working on a book, article, or any other project (well, some fiction but let's not go there). The old cliché is true: Writers write. I've spent lots of time agonizing and dreaming about being a "great" writer but the only thing that's ever improved my writing was doing it. So I look for ways to write, not all of it in public, every day.

The other is that blogging makes my life easier. Without stamping and filing these notes, thoughts, observations, and web citings I'd feel them nagging at me as half-formed "where did I see that?" and "didn't I mean to...?" anxieties. Blogging helps keep me sane.

When I get art or hypertext lit-related e-mail that comes to me because of Enterzone, I now either post it to artsflow or delete it, and that mailbox doesn't become full and scary. By the same token, as other snippets flow by, I know I can save, delete, or send along, and the best way (I know) to save things is to put them in a blog.

I've had some hiatuses from daily weblogging and from other forms of publishing and site development on the web (generally my "real" physical notebooks from those periods are full of stuff either inappropriate for public consumption or that I never had time to post), but it's comforting to know that my store, if you will, accumulates and it's always where I left it when I look for it again.

Long answer. Probably belongs in my blog.