“Just that you know: I am highly distractible today”. His message popped up like an adobe software demanding an urgent update. I was about to accept the implied invitation of a friend to drift away some time, when I had what I call a work-attack.
In a perfect future, sixteen days away, I have to publish at least six posts about an art fair I had agreed to take part in. From now on: one post every three days or so. In fact, I am already late with my first postings. My official excuse: “I am too busy travelling the world to meet emerging and emerged artists or to visit exhibitions”. My second ridiculous alibi – the one I am also giving to my mom is that “I’m so occupied into meeting advertisers for the blog, you have no ideas”. But the truth is less complicated: I am a lazy blogger.
In my defence, if I have to go in front of a court and justify my no post-contribution, I will without batting an eye answer, “Yes Sir, I am lazy. But I am anticapitalist”. Which will bring him to the next question of course. “So why did you agree to take part in the most commercial event the art world has created ?” Then I will have nothing else to say but my paradoxical truth: “I do not know.”
Luckily the second message from my Adobe friend saved me from landing in jail, “Come on babe, just a coffee”.