I think no one cares why I don't write anymore. Yet when I come across the thoughts from someone else concerning why they no longer write (blog/journal on line) I find myself reading it, no devouring it with an obsessive curiosity. I try and find the similarities between us and usually they are there.
I miss writing down the hum-drum threads that make up the drama's of my life. I do not live with high expectations that I will ever be among the lucky ones discovered in the Blogosphere. Not now, not with the millions and millions of bloggers out here. Maybe when I started, over six years ago, it might have been possible. Maybe if I had not hitched my wagon to AOL...??
Anyway, I will never get my book deal.
I am a little fish in a big pond that gets bigger every single day. Just yesterday I was browsing and killing time at Borders and saw a book about Tweeter. Tweeter for God's sake! Blog creates writers who become celebrities, as does You Tube and I suspect Tweeter is not far behind.
So, I concede. I will ramble on about the boring aspects of my boring life and years from now when I am wondering what I was doing the first of October 2009 all I have to do is flip over here and....there I am.
7 comments:
I often think am I wasting my time blogging but then I think of the wonderful people I have met through blogging. I think of the times I have unburdened my soul and felt better and I know that though my motives might wax and wane that it is something that I need from time to time. I always like to think that we never know who may be reading our words and thinking "thanks, that's just what I needed today." It has happened to me many times. Your blog has been a source of entertainment and nourishment for me numerous times.
Blogging, for me, was never about "being discovered." I found, right away, that there were people out here, legions of them, who could write as well or better than I could, and they had much more interesting lives than I did.
For me, it's been about getting the demons out of my head and into a forum where at least one person besides myself might read and understand. It's communication... and even if it's only to one other person, it has been well worth it.
My blogging has changed purposes so many times to the point where now I just have the two purpose specific blogs and that's it. Sadly, I'm not writing much in my journal either. Now THAT really bothers me.
It was that feeling of wasting time that let me fall away. I remember the old days when there were just enough people reading and commenting that it felt like I belonged. I wish whatever happened, hadn't. Reading this here, makes me feel like I want to try again. I miss everyone....LOTS.
May you never stop! I miss writing too but I'm not sure what exactly it is that is holding me back. But, I just can't bring myself to pull the plug either.
I'm catching up here. I've pledged myself to blog every day this month -- I hope the quality will be okay! It's good to read your posts; you've always been one of my favorites on here. :)
Loved the books at Goodwill story. You're a great writer. I've been blogging for over 6 years, just because I like to write.
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