One interesting difference here (although it’s a difference of culture or tradition and affordance, not a strictly-speaking necessary difference) is that posts will tend to be smaller, and with titles, rather than, as in the old log where they were perhaps longer, and titled only by date, so that you got “here’s what I’ve thought that I feel is worth recording today” rather than “here’s what I’m thinking right now, about this subject, or at least with this subject sitting there on top”.
(Another difference might be that wordpress might start putting ads onto the pages; if that gets annoying I will consider giving them money to stop doing it. Or moving back to the old site.)
(Also I’m not sure if these pages will validate, HTML/CSS-wise. But somehow I am not as concerned about that as I now and then was, or pretended to be, in the Old Days.)
Anyway! Come November I may be writing another novel. The question will be, what sort of novel this time?
Awhile back, I posted a list of the existing novels, and what each one was sort of subjectively like.
I feel like fiddling with the medium again, at the moment at least, rather than just writing a straightforward story. Not sure just why that is. :)
And of course it may change by November.
But at the moment the playing-with-the-medium that I’m thinking of is using the rather obscure variant of first-person limited in which you get just the narrator’s experiences of the external world, without internal monologue (or dialogue), explanations, or exposition.
I sat up in the bed. A woman in a white uniform brought me food, which I ate.
Another woman came in, and stood at the foot of the bed. She said things. I continued eating, looking at her, but said nothing.
The woman at the foot of the bed said more things, in a louder voice.
Eventually, I said things back.
Could be interesting. Fifty thousand words of interesting? Maybe… :)