I think every user of this virtual modern “publishing platform” comes to the point where he or she needs to decide how frequently to click on the ‘publish’ button.
Some do it once in a week, maintaining a demanding day-job or perhaps perusing higher education, compacting their thoughts into tightly pressed capsules that overflow with polished ideas. Others do it every day, posting away and presenting to the world to see their latest concoction of jeans & t-shirt and typing what might just not be pearls of wisdom. The last bread, manages to do the impossible, and to create just about the right balance between imagery bliss and word content.
Being a beginner at this new form of expression I asked myself the same question, contemplating quality versus the immediate satisfaction of publishing my bit to the world. Let’s face it, many, many, oh so many web-logs out there are simply not that good. And that is just part of the deal.
Just think about it for a slim second. Once upon a time in order to reach thousands and thousands of people one needed to “make the cut” and receive the green light from many “big-bosses” that would decide whether his work is worth of the space/ink/paper. Today, literally everyone with the access to a computer and a basic knowledge of the language can post away. There is no paper, no ink, no walls in the galleries; the world is a different place.
In a way, I am delighted that this is the case, that’s precisely how you can read those lines right now, and I can be the judge of the quality accommodating the “walls” in my “gallery”. No one can tell me I’m too young, or too old, or perhaps that I don’t have the right visa. There is no doubt that freedom, and self expression- climbed into a whole new platform in today’s pressing reality.
With all the obvious “up” sides to this equation, my only two concerns are falling victim to self-slavery and the publishing of “damaged goods.” In the world of perfectly curled lashes and perfectly cinched (God forbid no more than a 24″) waists, there’s very little room for hiccups. Knowing myself, and that low tolerance for low performance I have to accept the fact that there will be days I’ll be bound to prioritize, and give something up for the grand value of quality.
In the past 6 months I worked out an agreement with myself. After chasing my own tail like an exhausted puppy, I realized that there are things in life I will never settle for. Independence and the right to create are two of an elaborate list that will most likely remain private property. However, with that said: sleep is a crucial part of maintaining human life… As well as hot showers and sacred cups of coffee.
Therefore, my dear web-readers, I vouch to be the best curator I possibly can be but with some “ease.” Exactly like we do when preparing a pattern for a tight garment, we leave just enough room to breathe without compromising the fit. It’s not always an easy task, but I’m willing to rise up for the challenge, spread that white sheet of pattern paper and figure it out as I draft…