A few months ago I was going through an old external hard drive to find something specific. I found that thing, but I also came across an archive of one of three older blogs which I “ran” well before Stupidity Hole.
I started off with one blog which eventually grew to three. They were mostly the same, but at one point I decided to have them branch apart and have some different posts from each other. This was around a time when I was slowing down in my writing. It was a few years before I’d get fully engaged in the act (and art[?]) of writing once more, but that’s something I’m not going to get into at the moment as I want to write about this archive of which I’ve uncovered.
Well, there isn’t really much to say about it, now that I find myself trying to write about my discovery of an archive of my past.
Well, I guess I can try and describe it with whatever words I have available to use to describe things at this given time.
The best way I can describe a lot of what I wrote is that it’s worse than what my writing is currently like, which either says a lot or not much at all.
I’m not sure if I’m embarrassed by some of it or not, but I can say that I’m glad I don’t write in the way I used to, as a lot of it is quite… well, rough is probably the best way to put it.
To put this into perspective, I’m looking at writing I wrote from 2005 to early 2008. It’s a solid chunk of stuff that is mostly stuff I’m happy to never use among some stuff I might just pull out and put on parade for all to see when the right time comes. Maybe there will be some editing. Maybe there will be no editing. Either way, if it shows up, then it shows up. If it does not show up, then it does not show up. I believe that that is the way that some of the things work, as opposed to all of the things.
There is something that in all of the roughness, I find I did better. I think that I’ve become a little too clinical in some parts of my writing that I could probably work on trying to pull back on, but maybe I shouldn’t. All of the rough stuff is a little less clinical which I can’t help but find myself appreciating; at least, to some extent that is.
Maybe I’ll look over that stuff again soon. Maybe I’ll forget about it for a while. Really not sure at this stage. The only thing I do know is that an archive of my old stuff exists, which in one way makes me happy as I’m a bit of a hoarder. However, being able to see how I’ve changed as a writer is something I appreciate more.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 11:01:39
Slow. I struggled with this.
Thought it was going to be a bit easier to write. Maybe it’s a good thing that I struggled. Not sure.
Written at home.