I can feel the rot setting in. What this blog needs is focus. New management. Some strategic thematic wank. When QoD launched in 2009 I wanted to combine detailed discussion on writing technique with amusing digressions and the occasional slice of fiction experiment. Now what do we have? Scraps! Book roundups. Does anyone need to know what I think of the five million books I read? Nay! Surreal fictions farted out the brain. Where’s the discipline? The effort? Oh, sir! This will not do, not at all.
So what we’re going to do is regulate the posts. There comes a point when the spontaneous word-slinging must stop and a new form of logic, order and coherence must dawn. I know this is hard for you to take on board. I know in our youth we climbed vast peaks together, vast peaks of strange words and ideas, entering lands of partial amusement and interest. But those days are gone. We burned brightly, we loved nightly. Now we’re shrivelled old-age husks, taking vittles through a straw, wondering whether we knew each other in a past life.
I exaggerate. The proceedings won’t vary too much. On Monday I’ll write a personal post about a particularity of the M.J. Nicholls experience. On Wednesday, a blog themed around writing in whatever tenuous way. Fridays will concern an arbitrary topic I will attempt to write about, chosen by Lizzie Sage in the Newscopter, or Bill in the sewercraft.
Quiddity will rise again!