So - this evening I went to a friend's house.

He is a computer guru, an organized, catagorized, neat and tidy, all glasses in the cupboard facing the same way kinda bloke. I, on the other hand, am USELESS with technology, organized but in my own disorganized way, messy, no glasses in the cupboard (they are all in the sink) kinda gal.

Where do the two of us come together, you ask? He hates writing, I love it. That's where we come together. Yes, surprizing, but true.  He's a clever bloke. I'm a smart chick. He and I look at things in totally different ways but amidst the confusion, find a way to debate, deliberate and discuss all kinds of blog writing stuff and somehow via some weird channel that I can't even begin to understand - begin to understand eachother. Learn from eachother... well, I learn from him - not sure he learns from me (!).

So blogging and all that blah blah... what's it all about? Why do it? Why do I do it? Why do I even WANT to do it? I haven't got the faintest idea. I can't really get my head around it myself. He deliberates, thinks things out, has everything in charts and tables. I - just splurt it out in one go. No editing, no re-writing, no thinking... just automatic pilot. And there it is - my life on the page.

Tonight, we talked about the ability to un-learn something... should I study writing? Can it be unlearned... should one study it? Should one enrich one's mind in order to create a better art form?

Hmmm... its a thought to ponder. A concept to consider. A idea to  - ughh. You see? Its not my style all this structured thinking... which brings me back to my original point... whats the better way - natural art form or well-studied method? 

Some actors learn to act and then go back to basics. Some painters learn to paint and then forget what they have learned (apparantly) and put their rawest emotions on the canvas ...

Me - ? Damned if I know. I just know this. Writing for me is like breathing. Its my easiest form of expression. It comes to me like blinking (its unconscious)...  well written, well read or just raw art - I kinda like it this way...

And now - I'm blogging off - until tomorra.

Night.