I think that by now it's rather obvious that this may be considered a 'meta-blog'. It’s as much about the process of writing a blog as it is about anything else and there doesn’t seem to be any way around it. I am a confessed child of post modern deconstruction so running around in circles biting my own tail is what I do best. The fact of the matter is that for someone who has never terminated anything (now that is definitely extreme, but I like the dramatic effect), a blog is a perfect opportunity, there is hardly a beginning and there should never be an end - ideal. But this phenomenon stretches further back, I think the web has extended the editorial process indefinitely. When I think of the feats great writers of the past were able to accomplish without the aid of the computer, I’m stunned. Writing in a day when paper was precious and mistakes were inadmissible took a sharpness which we cannot fully grasp any more. Now, since computers have gradually estranged us from the difficulties of writing giving us an unfair advantage, it’s all too easy to use the automatic spelling and grammar review commands a well as the wonder of the thesaurus, a lifesaver for me, to take credit for work which has already been done for you. One can write a mistake-ridden piece of shit and sit in front of the screen for no longer than an hour embellishing it with words he hardly knew existed. The final step has been taken by blogcasting. With the blog, as I said, the editorial process has come to stay. Publishing has become irrelevant now that editorial touchups are possible at any given time. And, with some exceptions, the written word has become as volatile as spoken word. We’re now able to take back our word whenever necessary without consequence.
I may come across as sounding apocalyptical but I’m only saying it because I feel I’m taking unfair advantage of the resources at my disposal. Yes, as is probably obvious, I do frequently avail myself of the shortcuts which Microsoft has presented me, guiltily feasting in the fountains of words at my disposal. And if my writing comes across as overwrought, it’s because it is. I’m still getting over how good it feels to write again, it had been a while. Language and words are amazing things (damn I sound like a middle school teacher from my past) and now I can finally indulge my fetish either by looking up the perfect term or by constructing whole segments just to place a gorgeous word. Eventually the excitement will wear out and I’ll be able to write normally again. But the time has not come yet and the urge to toy with words lingers on. By the way, I’d better move on otherwise there’ll be no time for touchups.