Daily Blague

I finally got round to registering with Typekey so I can comment here and tell you that your blog is unique - most unequivocally pleasantly so. I don't think I've read every page hidden in your archives yet, but I'm getting there, and what I am drawn to here is the variety, the quirkiness, the eclecticism and above all the style - the instantly recognisable and unique voice; the ability every once in a while to come up with the perfect phrase.

I'm not sure the blogs I read regularly have anything in common other than the ability to make me nod frequently, sometimes in recognition, sometimes in wondrous discovery.

As for mine, it feels terribly, uselessly unique. I have no idea what it's for. But I know that I need to keep writing it. For now.

Waterhot writes

the variety, the quirkiness, the eclecticism and above all the style - the instantly recognisable and unique voice; the ability every once in a while to come up with the perfect phrase

Ah! Waterhot, if only you knew the style as some have for a lifetime, but better now than never. Each of us is unique and so are our blogs, but many of us and our blogs are not remarkable, certainly not remarkable day after day in any consistent way. To develop a style that is unique and remarkable, a voice, if you will, that is consistent, that is not so much connected to the blogosphere as to good writing. The tribe at the moment is the tribe of those who can blog, many of whom can write well, but this is no more than any tribe whose kinship is based in technology and its minimal mastery. The real tribe yet to emerge is the tribe of writers who blog, that will be a small and unique tribe. The rest will be simply the usual herd where the blogosphere is nothing more than another medium, a type of Xerox machine, for passing around text that itself is not particularly important but the passing itself, the gesture of passing, is very important. That's bleak isn't it? There is a certain quality of exhibitionism to blogging that simply turns many in the wrong direction or stops them all together after awhile. Well written that's what the blogs I read have in common, which is logically to say that I don't read my own. Bleaker still, eh? Write to live, write well to live well, and failing that read what's well written.