Years ago… sometime in 2003 when I was a blogging writing fool. Just around the time that blogging started to be the norm, and doing it at work wasn’t a cardinal sin. I signed up for a project. I signed up for a few of the books, but I never saw a one of them. I kept my address updated. I kept my email updated. I did the best that I could in order to be available in case the book ever turned up.
It never did.
Randomly, I checked a handful of journals, and chose to look at the last one and saw where it went. A cover designer. Very cool.
It was a great idea, the premise, the thought. It was awesome, at first. All of these people, sharing bits of their lives with each other, total strangers, passing the journal onto the next person. Putting pictures, paint, words, anything… into the books. It was a massive art project, however, only a handful of the books ever got anywhere. Most of them went to one, possibly two people, and was never seen from again. Occasionally… and hopefully… a book turned up again, out of the blue. I lost touch with them all, and even my own books which I never saw, and likely wasn’t ever going to.
I love the embodiment idea! Please, good gawd, go back to your roots. Go back to what it was like when you had the time to think 4 thoughts ahead of your pen. When tangents were accidental rather than filler. When pouring your heart into the pages meant literally writing until carpal tunnel kicked in, and your hand cramped up to look like someone glued your fingers to the pen.
I secretly still want one of those journals.
There was a day, when I spent hours working on layouts for my website. There was a point when I changed everything, so that my entire life was nearly accessible through some online medium. I remember loving the time and the immense pride I felt when I finished. When all bits and pieces were tweaked out and worked through… and my world online was good.
Then the ease of everything else came along. Then all the comment spam, and trying to keep track. Then people reading when it was really never any of their business. Then people just plain being retarded over online things. I found a new home on the net. I started all over again. I didn’t tell people where I could be found, because the old sites still existed. I never took them down. I never got rid of them. I let a ton of them lapse, but now I have different homes. And I have LJ to be social if need be.
Through 1000J’s I found Briana, more like, where she’s semi-hiding. Her actual site is gone, which doesn’t surprise me, it happened to me too… it happened to me many times. BUT… that’s where I found THIS! It takes less than 15 minutes to read through…
but coding, and writing web pages… used to have a bit of brilliance… like that. I want to find that again.
I want to find that reason. I want to make pages like that again.
Maybe… maybe… I’ll find a reason.
