I watch too many movies. In part, this is because I'm crashing at the Kitty-in-Laws' place. Momma-Kitty-in-Law is slightly deaf, so the TV volume is set to stun. I can't hear myself think. Or, for me to do so requires both earplugs and then earmuff style headphones, and even then, I'm blasting music through the headphones loud enough to drown out the TV volume. (The earplugs are to keep me from damaging my hearing in the process.)

I read too few books. I'm sleep deprived, and anything that is not at least somewhat active (such as typing) will cause me to nod off in short order. Also, as part of being sleep deprived, I can't 'float' as much context as I used to, nor as much as is needed for most fiction to work. Things just get lost in the haze.

In a way, this is like IM. I've been using IM since 1990 or so with IRC (internet relay chat, or, as we called it then, "I repeat classes" for it's rather detrimental effect on our grades.) IM is very spontaneous. It's synchronous, so I get to see what the other person is writing in seconds' time, not hours or days for email (or days to weeks for surface post.)

IM is also not very orderly. It's evanescent. Sure, IM servers and clients can log, but the mindset at time of writing is not that of posterity.

Email can be as impulsive as IM, but I've learned to be more thoughtful with it, as the medium is intended to be stored. If anyone disagrees, let me point out that SMTP (the more formal name for internet email) was originally designed as a store-and-forward protocol.

I treat blogs much the same way. I read blogs that are stream-of-consciousness and I admire the author's chutzpah for posting from such a place. I can't. I'm too self-censoring, too cognizant that privacy cannot be regained easily once lost. Hence, my blogs tend to define a domain and largely stay within them.

What's the point of this? Nothing, really. Just a rambling fishing trip on why I write what I write, how it write it, and who I write it for...