Blogs need to be imperfect, just like my CV

The blog issue is doing a great job of killing me.
Well, not literally, but it drains creative energy, leaving my head numb and my hands feeble as much as the all-feared white sheet of paper can inspire sudden death to the writer. Blogging is dangerous. If you want to make it perfect.

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I started blogging as a way – or a mission – to recollect my thinkings. Now, two weeks later, this whole blogging thing is pushing me to the edge of maddening doubt, where beyond that, all things go bananas or will become one. It has all to do with dullness, the Medusa effect and, of course, advertisement. Don’t worry, by the end you’ll know what I mean. But let me explain the cause of the problem first.

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Second but not last post

Blogging seemed such a nice thing to do. The right thing also. It should have helped me, like keeping thoughts and remarks together in a certain coherent structure thingy. But it instantly presented a new, bigger and far more essential problem to me: in which language do I write?

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My first post

OK, have mercy. This is all new and potentially disastrous to me. Please leave a note, preferably near the edge of this swamp, so I know in which direction to drown. It’s for the dramatic effect you see. Thanks in advance.h