MCARP has a blog post on 3:40 a.m., linked at right, about the experience of blogging. My sister, Mary, has posted about blogging and begs for feedback at MindOverMary, also linked at right. The post below referencing Andrew Sullivan is my own thinking about blogging. All of us reached the “what the hell am I doing?” point independently.
Please respond to one of the three threads, if not all of them. Do so anonymously by all means if you want to say something negative. I feel sure I speak for my fellows when I say we would really appreciate anything you have to say and that honesty is appreciated.
I also think the related topics of “false intimacy”, self expression and “Was I blathering? I didn’t mean to blather.” are interesting topics of themselves. Yes, blathering. All of us do it and we know it and sometimes it just punches us in the face. We’re not stupid, you know.
Anyway, push a freakin’ button and type a few words to one or more of us.
PLEASE
Are you saying that you don’t know why you’re bothering to go to the trouble of writing shit down if nobody’s listening (reading (commenting))? Well, dearie, if that’s the case, from a fellow blogger, you’re in it for the wrong reasons. You have a fantastic blog. I read it when I read it (about once a week or so) but don’t usually comment. Blogging is a silent business, ironically.
You’re a writer. You write because you love it, or at least because you’re compelled by your own neuroses. If I may get even more clinical, you’re an exhibitionist, you vain, gorgeous, witty genius. You know you love the thought of your words seductively bending and twisting and thrusting mighty insights in front of however few or many readers out there who like to watch. You’re dirty. We’re dirty. You admit it, and most of the time we don’t. We like the seediness of silence. You keep writing. I’ll be out here with sunglasses and a black trench coat…
I concur with what westika expressed so well. I would like to add the following…a quote by George Eastman. “What we do during our working hours determines what we have; what we do in our leisure hours determines what we are.”
You are both writers.