I’ve been avoiding long-form writing.
The recent shut-down from Posterous has left me in a bit of a blackout-scramble liberation — I’ve lost years of posts, but on the positive side, it’s a fresh start.
Life gets you busy and FaTweetBook allows you to think out loud in small bits in real-time. But I’ve realized that the long form and I haven’t been comfortable with each other for at least a few years.
Which is wrong. Because writing is the simplest, easiest, scrappiest way to get focused, muck around in something for a while and come out with a point of view. It’s what I’ve been doing for twenty years in one form or another, and I’ve always believed that while you can’t completely control that Next Big Thing that you’re working on, writing is all yours.
And like sketching, soccer or percussion, you just don’t need a lot of tools to make it work. It’s just too easy.
So what’s my excuse? There is none. So here we go.