One of the reasons for writing stuff down..? 26 2 28
Or, maybe the reason for reading someone else's blog?
To do with the written word being so final so long as it remains so uncorrected?
Giving one a stated position from which to move forward: from the readers perspective, "Ah! So that's his, her latest offering..!?
Now as my reading increasingly becomes more selective, it's a toss up between writing something more, or reading what someone has already written!?
Like dipping into that Erica Blair story, aka George Orwell, to the less initiate. Ane reading some of his earlier works, it is easy to believe he had at first difficulties getting published.
Until that is his books became so insightful: one of my favourites "The Road to Wigan Pier", an interesting title for the land-locked West Lancashire town of Wigan, a short enough distance from the towns of my childhood. Once as a young school boy I wrote affectionately of "Wigan on a Waggon" instead simply as "Wigan" because I'd grown accustomed to adults referring to it as such, when talking down to me. But to the amusement of my school fellows and teachers when this was pointed out to me in class!
What I shall always remember from Orwell's ´Wigan Pier´ is his recollection "that provided the head of the household had a job of work to go, the working classes can be the happiest ppl it would be your good fortune to meet".
His corollary from his own class he described as "Upper Middle Class" or maybe "Lower Upper Middle Class", that they always knew which knife and fork to choose to eat dinner, and which clothes to wear, though not always having the money to provide these, whilst at the same time always also knowing, that they represented a class of person infinitely superior to the proletariat!
Hence Orwell's celebrity, and its growth in stature through "Animal Farm and 1984" when now, in 2026, his prediction in the year of his death in 1949 that we are on the dawn of his prediction of what the future holds for most of us, and its coming true: "Of being kicked in the head, forever!"
The foregoing is part of my reason for writing stuff down...but that's not to say I cease then to question what I have written, and perhaps continue to update my earlier writings, ad infinitum. lol
Have a good day everyone + 3degC and the pump at our Havento is working again: no need to hack the overnight-formed ice away today, like for the most of the month of February 2026 about to close with this day!
To do with the written word being so final so long as it remains so uncorrected?
Giving one a stated position from which to move forward: from the readers perspective, "Ah! So that's his, her latest offering..!?
Now as my reading increasingly becomes more selective, it's a toss up between writing something more, or reading what someone has already written!?
Like dipping into that Erica Blair story, aka George Orwell, to the less initiate. Ane reading some of his earlier works, it is easy to believe he had at first difficulties getting published.
Until that is his books became so insightful: one of my favourites "The Road to Wigan Pier", an interesting title for the land-locked West Lancashire town of Wigan, a short enough distance from the towns of my childhood. Once as a young school boy I wrote affectionately of "Wigan on a Waggon" instead simply as "Wigan" because I'd grown accustomed to adults referring to it as such, when talking down to me. But to the amusement of my school fellows and teachers when this was pointed out to me in class!
What I shall always remember from Orwell's ´Wigan Pier´ is his recollection "that provided the head of the household had a job of work to go, the working classes can be the happiest ppl it would be your good fortune to meet".
His corollary from his own class he described as "Upper Middle Class" or maybe "Lower Upper Middle Class", that they always knew which knife and fork to choose to eat dinner, and which clothes to wear, though not always having the money to provide these, whilst at the same time always also knowing, that they represented a class of person infinitely superior to the proletariat!
Hence Orwell's celebrity, and its growth in stature through "Animal Farm and 1984" when now, in 2026, his prediction in the year of his death in 1949 that we are on the dawn of his prediction of what the future holds for most of us, and its coming true: "Of being kicked in the head, forever!"
The foregoing is part of my reason for writing stuff down...but that's not to say I cease then to question what I have written, and perhaps continue to update my earlier writings, ad infinitum. lol
Have a good day everyone + 3degC and the pump at our Havento is working again: no need to hack the overnight-formed ice away today, like for the most of the month of February 2026 about to close with this day!
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