Thursday, December 22, 2011

Feeding my Addiction

Very interesting prompt popped up at the Blogher site asking the question Is blogging writing?

As I read a few of the posts I ran across one that raised the question of Where have all those bloggers gone?

I suppose I could be considered one of the missing. I am not lost, just in a very different place than previous. Not only with my career (what a laugh) path, but with my writing spirit. I feel that I jumped the shark somehow and now that shark is no where to be found.

I am reading this lovely book of short stories called The Springs of Affection - Stories of Dublin by Maeve Brennan. Now that is writing! I have only just begun but each story so far is like a tiny snapshot of life, an incident retold with a simple poignant clarity.

Then I was in the Goodwill Bookstore feeding my addiction and ran across The New York Times best selling author, The Pioneer Woman's memoir for $4.99. I thumbed through a few pages and immediately thought of Maeve Brennan and placed the book back atop the shelf for someone else.

My time is too precious.

But it begs the question, is this not what all bloggers are striving for? To be that Pioneer Woman? To be plucked from absolute obscurity by the hand of God and made into a TV star, a NY Times best seller and to make tons of money writing a blog? She is the most successful case I know of, I'm certain there are others. Like Waiters Rant (now that is some good writing!!).

But then there is the 99% of the rest of us who are just compelled to write because we have to. Something inside of us has to get out! We are compelled to write it down, commit it to paper and examine the soul.

Anyway, it's disheartening that I no longer feel the fierce need.

But I am encouraged that that need is still alive, just lurking.


Donna said...

I have NEVER wanted a large following on my blog. I have just the right sort of readers and just the right number of them. I couldn't stand the scrutiny PW's blog gets, or the criticism. I couldn't stand the pressure of feeling like I had to please so many people, the concern that I might disappoint them.

I like the feeling that my readers are my friends. Because I'm such a loner, they are actually the only friends I have. Except, of course, for my husband, who has always been my best and truest friend.

Nelle said...

I would not want the attentiion Pioneer Woman gets. No way. I hate being the center of attention (except when I am at a party and have had too much to drink and well let's not go there...) Great to see you back dear Mary. Got your card yesterday. That book sounds interesting.

sunflowerkat321 said...

I shake my head at PW and others thinking, "what REALLY sets them apart from the rest of us?" SO many bloggers pass themselves off as some type of expert...I see it every day in the photographic world. It really kind of takes the wind out of my sails.

I miss the old days. We had our group of regulars who became our friends. I don't know where they've all dispersed to. I just know I miss them. So glad to see you pop up on my google reader from time to time.


Thomas G said...

This is a great read,alphawoman ! Really enjoy all your blog posts!


There has always been a fire in my belly to write. I've been doing this since BEFORE they gave it the name blogging. After my newspaper job, I found online was the way to let the words flow. I enjoy doing it, so I do it. I have met some amazing people. My blog buddies mean everyuthing to me. I hope I have touched their lives in some small way too. Friendship is a precious commodity. As for fame and fortune, it's highly over rated. Seems the people who have it forget where they came from, in the end. I'll take my place in the world and be happy with it. Hope you have a healthy and happy 2012. Take care.