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smokingbootWow, this is my first real LJ challenge. Can I be honest here? Considering who might read it? I haven't really thought much about my audience. The whole idea of my LJ is to get me used to expressing my feelings irrespective of who is out there. To care, and not to care. To keep the artifice out of my everyday life and reserve it for my crafted writing.
I can't quite do that. All writing is artifice, I am a writer and therefore an artificer. It all requires a step back. Or maybe not. I have read some LJ's where people just lay it on the line, roll it out. That is not me, or it isn't me yet. Conversely, I refuse to make my journal deliberately interesting or entertaining. I am happy if it is, but that's not its primary function. Its primary function is to skim the froth off the top of my bubbling head. So. Honesty. Hmm.
Yesterday Toad turned up in some friends' conversation. Now, my take on this is generally to let it flow by. In the past, gossips have told me that Toad has a glorious paroxysm if my name is mentioned in his presence. Apart from my vanity being pleased, (Smokingboot, you have no hope, none, of becoming a nice person) this has taught me not to dictate conversational taboos. Peeps feel unrestrained around me, talk freely, and the result is I hear things to bring dark chuckles to the heart of Smokingboot.
Unfortunately, not all Toad's crimes bound in a brown leather volume and suffused with fumes of poppy can make him interesting again. I actually found myself playing devil's advocate to jolly up the situation. Totally ridiculous.
By contrast, last night's dinner with Laughs Like Gravel and Sensible But Spiritual was great fun. We talked at length about my event idea, and got together a list of potential players. But, but, but...
I don't know, I just don't know. This is a great concept, but why don't I just work at turning it into a book and sell it instead?
OK, marks out of 10 for honesty: 6 out of 10. Could be worse I suppose.
I can't quite do that. All writing is artifice, I am a writer and therefore an artificer. It all requires a step back. Or maybe not. I have read some LJ's where people just lay it on the line, roll it out. That is not me, or it isn't me yet. Conversely, I refuse to make my journal deliberately interesting or entertaining. I am happy if it is, but that's not its primary function. Its primary function is to skim the froth off the top of my bubbling head. So. Honesty. Hmm.
Yesterday Toad turned up in some friends' conversation. Now, my take on this is generally to let it flow by. In the past, gossips have told me that Toad has a glorious paroxysm if my name is mentioned in his presence. Apart from my vanity being pleased, (Smokingboot, you have no hope, none, of becoming a nice person) this has taught me not to dictate conversational taboos. Peeps feel unrestrained around me, talk freely, and the result is I hear things to bring dark chuckles to the heart of Smokingboot.
Unfortunately, not all Toad's crimes bound in a brown leather volume and suffused with fumes of poppy can make him interesting again. I actually found myself playing devil's advocate to jolly up the situation. Totally ridiculous.
By contrast, last night's dinner with Laughs Like Gravel and Sensible But Spiritual was great fun. We talked at length about my event idea, and got together a list of potential players. But, but, but...
I don't know, I just don't know. This is a great concept, but why don't I just work at turning it into a book and sell it instead?
OK, marks out of 10 for honesty: 6 out of 10. Could be worse I suppose.
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