Hard to start again

I’m not sure how many times I’ve tried (more or less performatively, depending on my prevailing level of insecurity) to restart the habit of regular blogging, and I don’t think counting them will make it any easier. Nonetheless I’m left with a lingering sense that it should be easy — because hey, there was a good five years or so during which I spent four or five hours knocking out two to four posts every weekday! (Let’s leave the issue of the quantity/quality ratio for another day, eh?)

But I fell out of the routine… and my life (like everyone else’s) was a very different shape back then. Indeed, perhaps habit would be a better word than routine, for while those were productive times, they were not healthy times, and hindsight suggests that blogging was filling a space where reliably remunerative employment and unmediated social interaction should have been.

But it’s not that simple, because blogging was never quite the flagpole-sitter routine it gets portrayed as these days. Sure, there was a big component of I’ve Built A Soapbox And I’m Gonna Use It, but I think the reason I was able to let it stand in for a more diverse and immediate social life was that there was a palpable sense of collectivity and community about it: this huge, roiling and multivalent discourse going on, countless conversations rolling perpetually around the planet like the reality-warping mobile city in Christopher Priest’s Inverted World, always hot on the heels of the solar terminator*. I used to wake up some mornings anxious to know how some narrative or another had developed overnight, compelled to add my own voice to discussions which seemed utterly vital at the time, but many of which, with hindsight (and contrasted with the concerns of the present), seem banal and masturbatory at best. And so it goes.

(* I should maybe  re-read Doctorow’s Eastern Standard Tribe, because I suspect it will stand very much as an artefact of its time of writing, as all the better bits of science fiction tend to do.)

Of course, that rolling discourse hasn’t vanished; it just migrated onto faster, more accessible and more populous platforms, and in doing so became far faster, far thinner, and far more clamorous. Sure, there’s still blogging going on, too, but it’s changed a lot, and in some places died back almost entirely: the Genre Fiction Blog Wars in which I was once a footsoldier appear to have gone full scorched-earth in the years since I went AWOL from the front lines, with many once-vital sites vanished, shuttered or abandoned; my RSS reader is full of URLs I still can’t quite bear to cull, in case they should suddenly start up again like a much-loved numbers station in the night. I’m looking for new sources more relevant to my current incarnation as an academic, but the process is slow, not least because the old tradition of cross-linking and inter-site commentary (and, yes, argument) has been replaced by something more decontextualised, more lone(ly)-voices-in-the-wilderness. I dunno, maybe it’s just me overinterpreting five years of change through a very personal lens, but it’s definitely not the same any more; you can make your own value-judgement on that qualitative shift.

But I’m pretty confident in saying that the longer, slower and more nuanced style of discourse has been superseded by the rapid-fire fracas of social media, which I have made a very clear decision to stay away from for the forseeable future, and very likely in perpetuity. It clearly has value for a great many people, but it now reminds me of nothing more than the baffling and triggery politics of the schoolyard, all cliques and shouting and posture… and I can’t operate under those conditions, for an assortment of reasons rooted in both my mental health and my philosophical positionality. (Yes, that probably does sound whiney, pompous and over-intellectualised; and therein lies the problem.)

But I suspect that the metadifficulty in reestablishing a blogging practice is that I no longer have the very certain conception of my audience that I used to have… and as any writer worth their salt will tell you, you have to have a vision of your readership in order to write well, even if that envisioned readership (as it often is for fiction writers, and possibly always should be) is simply the reader one sees in the mirror. So I’m going to start posting whatever the hell I feel like writing about, in a return to to the old blogging-as-self-discipline-and-public-outboard-memory model. If an audience appears, perhaps that’ll show me some directions worth turning toward, but I’m done counting on it: I have enough inscrutable audiences to perform for here in the ivory tower, and I don’t really need another one. As such, VCTB is henceforth a digital notebook that just happens to be public, rather than a platform for the projection of a personality that was never entirely mine (let alone entirely authentic) in the first place. It was fun and goal-oriented, until it wasn’t.

A lot of my old blogging momentum came from the assumption that I could somehow write myself into a career through sheer relentless productivity — literally by just turning up and churning it out — which with the benefit of hindsight was an unfortunate internalisation of exactly the sort of Content Provider role that The Stacks wanted us all to adopt, the better to farm us for profit. I think there’s maybe a reasonable argument to be made that it sort of worked, in that I wouldn’t have ended up making my odd, unexpected and distinctly crab-wise segue into the academy if I hadn’t done all that work, hadn’t learned to write (and write for an audience), hadn’t learned to argue effectively (or at least persistently), hadn’t interposed myself into worlds to which I’d previously had no access, hadn’t learned that the only thing that gets you anywhere in a no-alternatives capitalist world is hustle of one form or another…

But the me who started blogging here and at Futurismic did so in the naive expectation — and it really was an expectation, not just a hope — that it’d eventually parlay into some sort of real salaried job focussed on the wrangling of words. (The late Noughties, amirite?) And while I probably do a more intense form of word-wrangling than I ever really knew existed here in the precarious margins of the drought-stricken left-most groves of academe, I’m not much closer to stable employment than I’ve ever been (though my current perch of precarity is at least paying much better than I’ve ever been paid before). It’s a brand new scene, but it’s the same old hustle… and I feel old and tired in a way that was unimaginable to that optimistic and energetic keyboard [warrior/worrier] of 2008.

And it seems that — now as before, here as everywhere — hustle’s the only game in town. But nonetheless I find myself in need of a space for a weird non-hustle category of brain-dump material and hey-here’s-a-thing-I-saw that isn’t exactly intended for an audience, but nonetheless somehow feels like stuff that should flow into the boulevard, as Uncle Warren would have it.

Selah; we’ll see how it goes.



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8 responses to “Hard to start again”

  1. Will Ellwood avatar

    I shall be reading. 🙂

  2. Paul Raven avatar

    No pressure, then. 😉

  3. Jay avatar

    Also reading 🙂

  4. jkleske avatar

    I’m quite okay with you writing just for me. 😉

  5. Ahmet A. Sabanci avatar

    Also reading (and following with my RSS reader). 🙂

  6. dj7o9 avatar

    Also reading and happy about every new post coming in 🙂

  7. E. Christopher Clark avatar

    Best of luck! I love your assessment that the discourse “became far faster, far thinner, and far more clamorous” when it moved to social networks.

  8. A.P. Fuchs avatar

    Late to the party regarding your post. I’m rooting for you as I, too, returned to regular blogging (Monday to Friday) this past September after a lengthy period of being unwell. The social media landscape is not what it once was way back at its inception and has since become, for me, merely a series of signal boosters for my own corner of the Web. As for the feeds themselves, I try to stay off them and have done a fairly good job especially since, for the past several years now, I stay off them during the winter months (which, where I live, means about half a year). A quick glance at the feeds shows the various social platforms on a rapid decent without hope of recovery regarding being a place(s) where quality statements–of any length–can be found. Some folks might disagree with me, but that’s a separate discussion. In the end, going back to blogging and newsletters is where it’s at for me.

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