i'm back.
and here's what i've been thinking about--
Blogging is not (should not be?) competitive. I have heard (and read) some things lately that have led me to want to write about the nature of blogging and what it is, for me anyway. I have had a conversation with someone who talked about their feeling inadequate because they didn't have anything to write about or they didn't write "as well" as others and I have had a conversation with someone who felt like they weren't writing enough on their blog or weren't writing about anything that interested anyone else. These ideas feel competitive or comparative to me. I think blogging is more like being. When I blog, I am trying to express my authentic self in a new medium (new to me anyway). I suppose you could use it as a creative medium to beCOME someone. But it's not, for me, a medium to compare or compete with someone. Obviously blogging is a big thing, not determined or limited by what our small family/community is doing. And some people may be in competition to be the best most interesting best laid out most well written superlative out there. But it's not for me.
I am now thinking I should've titled my blog tomatosnavocadozen.
toolate.
5 comments:
I agree blogging shouldn't be competitive and it's more a reflexion of who you are. I have said at some point that I didn't have anything interesting to write about so that day, I didn't write, just like I won't speak if i had nothing to say. I don't agree with other people who think you have to write everyday.
amen
I don't have anything of value to say but blibber and blabber about things I think I know, like most everyone else, and yes I only have controversial opinions here and there - One who had no fear, preached love and peace was tortured and crucified -I may get my words misspeled, my continuity conglabrabirated, but by God, what ole holy one, the Loco Gringo has to say is important to one person at least, and that one is-------------------guess who?
Actually, I think writing should be fun. I love to write. I know I'm no good at it, but that is not the test for me. I remember sitting, on the porch, and listening to the "old people" tell tales. I love a good story, and I confess I might, may, maybe have made it sound a little more interesting that it actually was. I learned that from the old people.
I did some editing on my return from Mexico. I do not, in anyway approve of the evil done to women and children. After I reread the narrative I realized that I must have been half asleep and it could have been taken different than I wanted.
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