Pacing myself

Since I decided to explain the third Pocketful of Lies in a blog format, I've started getting itchy. I'm basically trying to summarize six months of research over about ten days, until the first article is published, and it's hard to either not to get ahead of myself.

Blogging isn't suited to that level of pre-planning, either. Each blogpost can and indeed ought to be well written, to a level depending on the context, but the cycle of posts as a whole should really be an accretion. It works well: a corpus of knowledge, the enyclopædic equivalent of a folksonomy, with the order springing from the content and how the author puts it together. But I'm trying to gradually build to a conclusion, or at any rate to a handing-off of the creative work to.... Ah, not yet.

I've no idea if I'll carry on blogging here in 2009, given the number of other outlets I have for writing, but I hope so. Blogging, proper blogging, is easier than always having to work out how to say next what you're going to say next, which is what I'm currently trying to do. Hence blogging about blogging instead of actually blogging about what I should be blogging about.

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