When I started this blog it was in response to reading everywhere that new writers must have blogs. I want to be a read writer!
As I love articles almost as much as I love books, and, as I have passionate feelings on certain issues, I could see the benefit of practising my writing on this newish medium.
So I looked to other blogs.
I figured I’d read ones that created in me the reactions I wanted to create in others when they read my words.
That is, I hope they make me think, they challenge or rather add to my view, they add to my knowledge base, they make me laugh, and they move my soul. Not all in one piece of course. But goodness that’s heaven when it happens!
But I admit to having been wary of this new phenomenon blogging. Twittering seems silly. I love the internet for the library it puts in my home but otherwise its taking over by advertising drives me up the wall. And, the rebel in me is always wary of fads.
Plus I was concerned that blogging would allow for the promotion of views not amenable to reason. Just as the internet has provided a chain of connection for child rapists all over the world.
Well to be blunt, I couldn’t have been more wrong!!!
Oh I’m sure there are commercial blogs. And I’m sure there are sites that show the worst of what we beings can be rather than the best.
But I’ve seen neither. That’s not what I look for.
What I have found instead is a range of sites that have met my criteria and what I have read over the past few months has impressed me deeply.
I read of the journey of a single mum with three kids, the daughter with autism. What a cool woman. I find myself writing words to a total stranger hoping despite my Aussie expressions she will hear my cheers in the background.
I found a bloke who gives darn good advice on dealing with the trails and tribulations of writing.
I read a blog by a Saudi woman, educated, articulate and courageous in her opinions. One of her last articles created one hundred and thirty responses of such a variety I now have a large reading list to present to my local library.
And though there was the random ‘unamenable to reason’ reaction accompanied by the usual personal attack this was the minority by far.
So now, I think, that blogs are beautiful things. Unfortunately it hasn’t done a lot of good for my writing!
I have learnt so much in the short time I’ve had this blog that I’ve been unable to write due to the thousands of thoughts and consequential questions arising from folks writing.
More I admit to becoming somewhat discouraged reading others writing, admiring it, and then re-reading my own.
Insecurities invade even my dreams and certainly cause the waste paper basket to over flow. Not to mention Microsoft Word becoming confused when I never want to save a new document but instead delete hundreds of words (six times today).
Nevertheless I love blogs. It’s like having instant access to a university class of enthused students. Awesome! I only hope that one day I can write as well as some.
Hope alls well in your world