The world wide
web monster is swallowing my slow crawl of creativity. Whole. Indiscriminately.
Gobbling it up. I use to struggle to find things to look at on the internet,
methodically refreshing my Facebook news feed anticipating fuel for something,
albeit a lonely ‘thumbs up’. My current job at a media company requires me to
be on the computer for 7.5 hours a day, and like many other places of
employment, if the internet takes a temporary dive, so does the relative
productivity. Quite simply, we all have to sit-stare at our screens waiting for
a tech familiar to speak to other tech Gods while we desperately hit F5 in
futile attempts to reload the page so we can get the business done and leave on
the dotted time.
You would
think that many hours with screen eyes would be plenty, but with the gulping
down of my creativity, the W’s are also fuelling a noxious need to wanderlust
in awe.
Should I pin
it or heart it? Reblog it or like it? Share it, link it, tag it. Follow,
subscribe, network, join. Publicly follow…or stalk? One click and I’m thrust
into another world of colour, wants, lines, cropping, laughter and admiration.
And then I can’t damn well remember how I got there in the first place, or what
I was trying to find. I have joined that many networks, photo sharing, blogs,
feeds and subscriptions that it has become a messy train of disorganised
wonderings that is impossible to find my way back from. Book marking my
favourites helps me none. Favourites too find ideas and images of amaze and the
mouse-clicking-to-original-sources-circle-begins-again…just like Lewis Carroll’s
Alice, all I want to know is; ‘which way ought I to go from here?’
I have a
pinterest board entitled ‘homely’ where all things polished timber, open
living, French doors, crisp linen, bright ceramics and contemporary wall
hangings are easily organised for me, and shared and liked by fellow ‘pinners’.
Question is, when will this trawling haphazard selections of ‘wishes’ ever see
any (ceramic) fruit. It is not as if I only save items that are within my price
range (current or foreseeable future sans lottery win), with items such as a
Georg Jensen silver vase for a ‘cool’ $700 dreamily added. When will I ever,
pinterest iPhone application at the convenient ready, tick off the list like
some kind of pseudo personal Santa wish-granter? It just aint going to happen, yet I persist with this addictive ritual of adding wants to a fancy
register of first world lusts.
As I cloud store other's creative I am losing sight of my own. And as I add to
that list of wants, what I actually want becomes further muddled. Even if the Powerball
jackpot does lie in my destiny, I cannot see myself collecting Louboutins and
matching silverware. It's just not me. Find me a hammock, family loves, vino
and days off to enjoy them and I am pink.
Despite their
pretty, saving these ‘things’ to the fuzzy sphere achieves me little…
My Grad Dip in
advanced narration, editing and published has begun. I am one seminar down, one
hundred gulps of self-doubt in and 5,000 words short. But this is one ‘pin’ I
must persist with.
I hope you
ride with me.
xmuseandskipx
[Fellow procrastinators can search, pin, trawl, like and stalk me through all the usuals, under museandskip...I may need your fuels x]
