I have a confession. For a while I’ve had trouble blogging
because something caused me to reevaluate why I blog. The reason doesn’t
matter, though it should be made clear that the issue wasn’t about blogs in
general, but about mine in particular. And it wasn’t about all social media. So
I thought a lot about why I blog, and I wrote down my thoughts…because it’s
just what I’ve always done. It helps me think.
We all hear that social media is important to utilize for
our writing careers, but I obviously don’t do it to gain readership. I’ve had
editors and a few readers contact me through my blog, but that’s not the main
reason I do it, either. I am doing what I love most in this world and sometimes
people tell me that it helps them somehow. That alone is a way to cup, however
briefly, my personal holy grail.
We’ve all known people who seem to want to write because
they think there’s something glamorous about writing. If there is, I have yet
to see it. I’m undoubtedly preaching to the choir here, but you know it’s a lot
of hard work sitting in a chair in the oversized t-shirt with the moth holes
and coffee dribbles. Oh wait—the shirt thing is probably just me. But it is
solitary work. Blogs are a chance to feel not so alone.
When I ask myself why
blog, the simple answer I keep getting back is because I enjoy it. Some say we should be spending our precious
writing time on worthier endeavors than blogging, but I get tons of writing
ideas. I cherish the online friends I’ve made, and I truly, deeply enjoy your
blogs and other social media posts. I enjoy your wit, your wisdom, your warmth.
I appreciate your talent, your tips, and your feedback. I love the challenge of
the memes you offer. I’m not asking you for comfort or reassurance here. You’ve
already given me those—much more than you know.
Lisa Ricard Claro’s Book Blurb Friday rekindled my interest in
fiction and reinforced my faith in my ability to plot. And blogging has taught
me a whole new skill: how to write short and even ultra-short pieces. In
today’s fleeting, tweeting times, that’s not a bad thing. Lately Grandma’s
Goulash has been helping me with micro fiction, a genre I’d never before
appreciated. You even inspired me to enter the recent Reader’s Digest 100 Word contest
in which I placed.
In the end of writing down my thoughts, I realized I blog
because it helps me to write down my thoughts. It’s what I’ve always done. It
helps me think. No matter what anyone else thinks of my blog, I care about it. This
is me deciding that’s all that matters. So…I’m going to try to get back more to
blogging, especially now that summer is here.
And plus? Thank you again. For being so inspiring.
The criticism
that damages an artist…contains no saving kernel of truth yet has a certain
damning plausibility or an unassailable blanket judgment that cannot be
rationally refuted. ~Julia Cameron, The
Artist’s Way
Writing is
magic….~Stephen King