This post makes a pair with yesterday’s detox post.
I started Karavansara as an experiment, as a way to improve my English and as a reason to start and look outside of my country – but also as a safety valve.
Should everything else fail, I’d be able to kill strategie evolutive (my Italian blog) and go on doing my things here.
I guess anyone who’s keeping a blog or leading some kind of on-line writing activity feels like getting away from it all once in a while.
In my experience, for me, this aching need to say “screw it all” and just go offline for good has been increasing as I grew older as a blogger.
My Italian language blog is now in its eight year – the seventh on WordPress.
And the sense of futility and irritation has turned from a once-in-a-while bout of ennui to an everyday sense of oppression.
The main problem?
The readers.
According to tradition, John W. Campbell, the editor of Astounding magazine, once said “These morons pay ten cents and they think they own the stories, while they are actually only renting them.”
Imagine how it feels when they do not even pay those ten cents.
I guess anyone who’s doing something public – writing, acting, playing some music or whatnot – sooner or later feels a bit besieged by people that seem to think they own a part of them.
And I guess that’s why so many big time artists have an army of personal assistants, secretaries and so on – to keep some distance.
As a blogger, and as an author/publisher, I do not have a personal assistant or a secretary.
The only tool I have to put some distance between me and the few – thank goodnes there’s only a few of them – that act like my owners, is to stop writing.
Go offline.
Disappear long enough for them to forget about me, to find someone else to besiege.
I’m seriously thinking about it.
Pull the plug for a while, and start anew somewhere else.
Under an alias.
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