More is always more: on quantity surpassing quality in every aspect of life
As I have mentioned earlier, having gotten some comments from people telling me they wuld love to read my writings, being naïve enough to believe others when I am told such things, I went and opened up a Wattpad account so I could publish my stuff online. And then I announced it on Instagram, using the right tags and all - I have learned to give in to the tag, despite the fact that I hate it, but with so much things out there, how's one gonna get their work noticed if not by using certain tags? Mere seconds after I had posted a picture of my account under the Wattpad hashtag, I received a comment from someone telling me that if I read their Wattpad stories and voted for them, they would do the same for me. And I was immediately sorry I had opened that account.
You see, the mere idea that I would only get my stuff read if I went over to someone's writings and liked or voted for them, followed them, despite the fact that I might not even like their writings, made me sick to the stomach. Because nowadays it's numbers that count, and not quality at all. And this scares the hell out of me. I took the time to go through some of the most read and most voted writings in there, and I just couldn't force myself to read most of them. They were bad. They were badly written. Some were not, some were pretty well written, only they did not captivate me. The style did nothing to me. The thematics were not my thing. But some were frankly lousy. And yet, they had so many reads, and so many votes, and so many people following. I was stunned. Most comments on those stories were just the average "Great story!" or "Well done!". Never a word about how they could better it, or if there were parts that weren't quite up to parr. Or the grammar mistakes, no one mentioned those, and there were plenty. The spelling horrors as well. But no one said a thing about it.
I have seen that happen in blogs, so many times! Folks go and comment only with a thought in mind: that of generating visits to their own blogs. Making statistics grow. Their comments often tell me they didn't read a word the blogger posted. That makes me sick, and I am so glad that for the most, the few comments I get here are from folks who have read the post, and who have at least payed some attention to the photos, folks who have taken their time to really see things. And I don't want to be posting my stuff up online just to get votes, no way. I want people to read it. I don't care for numbers nor statistics - and maybe that's where I do things wrong, and maybe that's why I will never get anywhere in life - I care about honesty, interest. I was perhaps naïve in thinking folks really did want to read my writings, and maybe that's just something people say, you know, like when they go on to comment on a blog saying "I like it.". Or maybe it's just me. I'm the worst self marketeer ever. I studied Marketing and Advertising back in college. I think that just ruined things for me, to see how numbers count more than anything else.
And so it comes to pass that quantity has overcome quality, in this day and age. Like, if you have tons of followers on whatever social media you might be using, it doesn't really matter what you do there, if it is something that has real quality, something that is of importance, or something that is simply beautiful. If you can market yourself well, you'll be on top, even if your work is lousy and shoddy. It doesn't really matter, the world is a herd and they all follow the leader. They all flock to where numbers are higher. I see a lot of work that has no quality out there, and yet... the numbers say those are the ones to bet on. Even when nowadays you can just go online and buy packs of followers for your blogs, or your Instagram or your facebook. Isn't that scary? Doesn't this open up doors to so many crazyness? Like those "clean eating" people - who always seem to be telling us our food is dirty and we don't wash things enough! - who in the end know nothing about what they're talking and all of a sudden are telling people they beat cancer because they eat this or that and it was all a pack of lies!
In the end, I look at what I do here, for instance, and I'm damn proud of it. I do like most of my photos, I think they're pretty and they're interesting and they portray food that is appetizing. I also kind of like my writings. But the fact that they don't get any readings apart from mine and those that browsed through the first few chapters, makes me think that said writings are kind of boring, very badly written, uninteresting and not really captivating. And so I see no point in posting them online, so I'm thinking I might just close that Wattpad account. In reality, and contrary to this blog, I have never written novels for others, or to share with others, they have been for me, all those writings, I was always very selfish about that. My novels are mine, unlike my food photography, which I took up meaning to share on a blog, on social medias like Pinterest and Instagram. The recipes I post and the pictures I take of them, it was never with an intention of keeping these to myself, unlike other writings.
These corn and chorizo muffins, for instance. They were meant to be shared, in all their glory and deliciousness. Because do not let yourself be fooled, these are quite, quite delicious. And because they're smallish, you can indulge a little bit more. It's one of those moments where quantity does not take away from quality, actually! I have baked savoury muffins quite a lot, these past days, don't ask me why but they seem to taste so much better when the weather is warmer, and you can sit leisurely - well, at least we pretend we can sit leisurely! - at the table, with a huge salad and these bites, a chilled glass of white wine, a good conversation being thrown around... slow living, you know? In no hurry to get yourself anywhere, in no hurry to achieve goals, in no hurry to have life running ahead of you while you chase after rainbows and silver linings and ahievements. Slow living, enjoying the moment, second by second, tasting the food for real, reading the words for meanings inside them, watching the images for those details that escape us when we're on the fast lane, just going, going, going. I have a problem with living fast, now I'm past my youth. I did a lot of it when I was younger, so now's my time to enjoy every second and be inside every second. Just be.
To make yourself a batch of these pretty little babies, you need:
To make yourself a batch of these pretty little babies, you need:
- 1 onion
- 1 garlic clove
- 1 medium sized chorizo
- 1 cup sweetcorn, either canned or frozen
- 200 gr flour
- 50 gr cornmeal
- 1 tsp dried sage
- 1 tsp dried thyme
- 1/2 tsp dried mint
- 1 tbsp frozen parsley
- 1/2 tbsp frozen cilantro
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/2 pepper
- 2 1/2 tsp baking powder
- 1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda
- 1 egg
- 60 ml oil
- 275 ml buttermilk
- juice of half a lemon
- 1 tbsp mustard