Cramming Reykjavik into paragraph structure (a.k.a. how the $@%! did I blog regularly at 33?)
We went to Iceland. We came back from Iceland. And ye gods, do I want to tell you all about Iceland, because dude, Iceland.
I seem to lack the capacity, which is seriously cheesing me off.
I mean, I can do the teal-deer version-REYKJAVIK COOL, WATERFALLS PRETTY, FOOD EXPENSIVE, HALLGRIMSKIRKJA TALL, SHOWERS SMELL FUNNY, DID ME MENTION REYKJAVIK WAY COOL-but we're talking about my first voyage outside the US (I've never even been to Canada), and it's to this land of aching alien beauty. It needs something more, and I can't seem to do it. Part of that's the fault of my brittle tissue-paper-thin attention span, but I think it's more a matter of how does one even tell this kind of story? There's not really much of a narrative thru-line so much as a series of random adventures with a southern coast side trip centerpiece, so there's not much sense in trying to put it all in novelette order. This leaves me with doing another frickin' list, which seems to be the only format I'm capable of writing in these days. Seriously, looking back at my last several posts, you'd think I was getting BuzzFeed royalties. Blessed Zeus, save me from myself.
So here I am, composing the most molar-grindingly boring-ass blog post of all, the "I'll write more soon" placeholder (is that ever anything other than the author lying through an orifice to be named later?) until I figure out how to do this. What do you think? Another damn list? What?
In the meantime, Reykjavik cool! Waterfalls pretty! All that other stuff!
I seem to lack the capacity, which is seriously cheesing me off.
I mean, I can do the teal-deer version-REYKJAVIK COOL, WATERFALLS PRETTY, FOOD EXPENSIVE, HALLGRIMSKIRKJA TALL, SHOWERS SMELL FUNNY, DID ME MENTION REYKJAVIK WAY COOL-but we're talking about my first voyage outside the US (I've never even been to Canada), and it's to this land of aching alien beauty. It needs something more, and I can't seem to do it. Part of that's the fault of my brittle tissue-paper-thin attention span, but I think it's more a matter of how does one even tell this kind of story? There's not really much of a narrative thru-line so much as a series of random adventures with a southern coast side trip centerpiece, so there's not much sense in trying to put it all in novelette order. This leaves me with doing another frickin' list, which seems to be the only format I'm capable of writing in these days. Seriously, looking back at my last several posts, you'd think I was getting BuzzFeed royalties. Blessed Zeus, save me from myself.
So here I am, composing the most molar-grindingly boring-ass blog post of all, the "I'll write more soon" placeholder (is that ever anything other than the author lying through an orifice to be named later?) until I figure out how to do this. What do you think? Another damn list? What?
In the meantime, Reykjavik cool! Waterfalls pretty! All that other stuff!