Start writing. Continue to read. Live luxuriously.
At first, we mistake the internet for somebody who cares.
We post and we post. We write and we tell it all, never mind that there is little if any feedback.
And then comes the inevitable “Wait! What am I doing?” and only cats, blossoms and doors remain without many whys answered and whats explored.
I exaggerate and generalise, of course, but so often I discover a blogger I enjoy, go over the back pages for a bit, and see how his or her blogging path has evolved: from saying plenty to quieting down or even going almost completely wordless.
Yesterday Gavin at firehorseworld wrote about blogging and written word. He says among other things:
At this point I have to say I am a little disappointed as to how
little feedback I do get at times. It is not the validation I seek,
but rather the confirmation that the words I have so lovingly
crafted have delivered their intended message.
A blogging friend came over after a while and commented under a post of mine that she had started to read it but didn’t finish it and instead just looked at the photos (you know who you are! :D). I found it cute how she confessed what many don’t but do just the same, I’m sure: run through the photos and click like if they like them and move on.
Reading and being read are two luxuries, and the third is writing (and the fourth being written about?). Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I often think of writing a book but frankly, the aftermath is scary. And I don’t mean people complaining left and right that they are not dead yet so I shouldn’t be writing about them. I mean the post-production, the marketing, the promotion. That’s where the real work lies and I commend all who are successful at it with quality content on their hands.
Because we lovingly craft the message and all we wish is to deliver it.
And we do. You are reading this now, aren’t you?