nektros - Cynicism in a Hot Dish

There is something meticulously discomfiting about writing in public. More so, there is something distractingly meta about writing in public in preparation for an online post, to the extent that even strategically placed nonsensical adjectives fail to disguise the fact that for the most part, public doodling is a dying cum extinct form of word whipper-uppering.

Unlike the rookie writer, always eager to leave an impression on any pair of eyes within reading distance, the ‘perfect’ writer could not hold in higher regard their own personal satisfaction at not caring less what their lesser followers think.

That is, they tend to assume their readers are dumb as bricks, and even more intellectually inferior to themselves.

There are two kinds of bad writers: competent writers who attempt to catapult themselves into the next stage of writing prowess by utilising all of the wrong kinds of flair, and inadequate writers who attempt to meld into the overcrowded market of mediocre writers by utilising overwrought, ‘clever’ turns of phrases and words.

Vanity project.

Is that too succinct a summary for an opening series outlining the reasons for the failure of the preceding, closed-down project?

Ouais.

So, reflecting on why nektros has been lying dormant for 12 odd months, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really shouldn’t even be scraping ‘flying fuck’ on the care meter.