Day Eight

I lost the momentum on posting yesterday. Not sure when it ended, as I posted moments ago, without having read any of it. There is something I need to do here, and I am holding back. How far can I go in revealing all my feelings and thoughts? Nay, how far dare I go? Once I publish and its online for the world to see, then it's out there. I think I may have written my intention to fast from the media. Withdrawals symptoms include free time I always had, but ... . I was listening to World Cafe with David Dye last night. He was interviewing an Isreali artist, whose name eludes me - but I'll find it in a minute. The man shared his observations of Berlin where a particular music scene scorns artists who appear more "commercial" than true. The audiences could detect truth from commercialism apparently. Which leads me back to the point of what to reveal. Obviously I could write anything and it could be true or not true - only I know for sure. But surely, at some point, this writing will all become rather banal and pointless if all I am doing is writing for the sake of writing. So what is this? I think this is simply an open exploration of how and indeed whether I can or cannot develop a daily writing discipline. What I write is banal and fluffy - at least its seems to me to be this way so far.
Nothing has come off the cuff and directed so far, I think. I will not write about others, but I may include their names if it keeps context. I will not gossip. I heard some today, what I don't remember. What I do remember is listening to someone today recall some conflict with an associate. I remember having heard some related gossip years ago that I now have to conclude was false. How does one ignore gossip gracefully? When someone you admire or love or respect gossips, how do you react if you don't want to participate?
Now there is an idea... pose a question every day - as if.
cheers you all.