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BLOG 3: tumblr 24/07/2015 00/00/2015 ‘It’s Supposed to Mean Something’ So Tumblr does this thing, which I’m sure anyone who’s actually used it knows, where it congratulates you for achieving a set number of posts. It’s not a song or dance, but a little message sent through to your email – little stamp and all. And I’m sure it’s meant to be some form of encouragement, but to me it came off as a little patronising. There are days when writing feels like wading through mud, when the words trickle slowly, like treacle, when I’d much rather crawl into a hole and stay there until I’m not. These days I feel like I need encouragement. A little something to make the day better. Even as I write this, the words are just there, floating round and round my head. But just not there, at my fingertips. And I want to write, it’s just coming out as self-pitying dribble, rather than anything coherent. And it’s like I need that little something extra. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The chocolate at the end of the marathon. So I’m doing something unusual. My dangling bone is a plate of chips. One of the rare times I’ll allow myself chips. D

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BLOG 3: tumblr 24/07/2015 00/00/2015Its Supposed to Mean SomethingSo Tumblr does this thing, which Im sure anyone whos actually used it knows, where it congratulates you for achieving a set number of posts. Its not a song or dance, but a little message sent through to your email little stamp and all. And Im sure its meant to be some form of encouragement, but to me it came off as a little patronising.There are days when writing feels like wading through mud, when the words trickle slowly, like treacle, when Id much rather crawl into a hole and stay there until Im not. These days I feel like I need encouragement. A little something to make the day better.Even as I write this, the words are just there, oating round and round my head. But just not there, at my ngertips. And I want to write, its just coming out as self-pitying dribble, rather than anything coherent. And its like I need that little something extra. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The chocolate at the end of the marathon.So Im doing something unusual. My dangling bone is a plate of chips. One of the rare times Ill allow myself chips.D