Oh the mounting confusion that has been my weekend, a special thanks to Shelley Jackson. ‘Stitch Bitch’ is the perfect homage to Jackson’s favorite style of writing “impure, improper and disorienting”. Yet delving into the thoughts of another often is just that. So here I am along for the ride, attempting to capture any words of wisdom that I can keep with me.
I think Jackson’s hope of electronic media broadening the horizons for writing is coming very true, in that there is a blog for every different subject known to man. Every crazy blogger out there (myself included) brings a different writing style and point of view to the table. The wonderful thing about writing for an electronic medium such as a blog, is that the only thing standing between the writer and the universe is a few errant key strokes and click of a mouse. Another convenient part of that is there is never anyone telling you that your work is not good enough for the masses. It seems that she was writing to every modern blogger out there, and they all listened intently to her words and followed her direction to a tee.
Whilst surfing the web for my favorite subjects via the blogosphere, it is easy to see that they are all interconnected, in Jackson’s words they are often found to “barrow and lend, write mutt”. One site says one thing, and I go to the next and find a re-post of that same story or idea. It is like Jackson had some kind of clear unobstructed view of the future as far as this subject is concerned.
An alternate universe had been created where we have the free ability to write our opinions and makes mistakes, and present our ideas to anyone who will read them. So that allows there to be experimentation with forms of nonlinear writing, we can write in circles if we’d like, it is up to us, the individual writer, and publisher. Jackson’s hope seemed to be that writing would not be put into a box and that any set list of rules would be abandoned so that creativity and idea sharing could prosper, and it seems that that is exactly what is happening right in front of our eyes.