I roll back to the very beginning. Try to find the beginning of the thread. The beginning begins in high school. Lots of high school girl interest paragraphs that meander too freely from subject to subject. They lose me.
When does the substance begin? Where should I get on?
I go back to the present day. Some posts are not for me, but they are so short I can scan past them without too much guilt. Lots of free form. Very little context.
I gather that recently there was a rather long trip to Australia to visit people she refers to at times, but I don’t know these people. And their stories flow past me like conversations in passing rail cars. She gives me pictures, but the captions are sparse, and I’m not 100% sure who is who.
Lots of photography. Some very good. Some, not so very good.
I could read a long, long time if I had a long, long time. Which I don't.
Maybe if I did, a context would appear. But not being able to read a long, long time, I feel like I can start anywhere. Each post is short and extremely economical with its choice of words. Many read like poetry that doesn’t feel like poetry.
This is not necessarily a bad thing.
Overall, this is like a book you can crack open to almost any page and find something short and worthwhile. I hate to use the phrase, but I think of writing like this as bathroom reading. Not a reflection on the quality of the writing, but perhaps on the duration of the posts. Do with that what you will.
What would I do to improve this? I might provide some context within some posts. I might include more about myself in each post, rather than provide a dreamlike impression of the world around me. (Then again, the more I read, the more complete the picture of Cuileann becomes.) I might choose to have fewer labels in my sidebar, as that many is too many for my little brain to process. I might bring the archive further up to make it easier to find a nice middle place to start from, as starting from the most recent is ... difficult.
It is interesting to watch the evolution from 2003 to the present, via spot checking posts along the way. The subject matter becomes less teenangstery and more “in the now.” A person matures before your eyes.
Some of you will probably fucking love this. Some will dismiss it as self-indulgent naval gazing. But I am the reviewer and I get to award the stars. Are YOU going to like it? I have no idea. (Part of me has a hard time caring what you think.) But there’s definitely something appealing there to me. In the right dosage.
I kind of like it and I’m having a hard time verbalizing why.