Do I write to blog? Or, do I blog to write?
Am I a writer who blogs? Or, am I a blogger who writes?
I’m feeling a bit unsure about this. I haven’t written anything proper in a week. I’ve had ideas – lines, plots, phrases etc. But, I’ve been too busy to put anything down. I often make that excuse for most proper writing I do, er, want to do. The reason is, I’m scared sh*tless. Constipationally scared, because sometimes I think writing, in the grand sense of the word, is a much too audacious endeavour. How dare I think that I can write?
But, what my account on WordPress has done for me in the past two years is make it okay to think that. To be bold. To be audacious. To liquefy my hard-as-diamonds personal censor, which assumes that anytime I do write, it will be solid gold. Excuse me for mixing my precious elements, uh, my metaphors, but you know what I mean.
Blogging has allowed me not to give a sh*t about being scared sh*tless. I write, I publish, and I have the freedom to let it exist even it is crap. I can always flush it. Uh, I mean, delete it.
I can always use toilet humour to entertain readers, who feel enjoyment and disgust in nearly equal measure.
For the past year, I feel I’ve been missing my writing mojo here. The writing-blogging synergy that was created unconsciously, almost miraculously, in the first year (I will not mention ‘Freshly Pressed in just 5 months’ again because that would be egotistic and annoying. Boom.) seems de-energized. The stats have decreased depressingly, but more than that, so has the quality of my writing. Moreover, I’ve acquired all the bad habits of the typical social media user – I’ve written their instead of there, I forgot the spelling of ‘ninety’ today while I was writing it longhand in an important document, and worst of all, I feel the need to go pro. And not because of the reasons you’re thinking.
You see, at this point in my 100% non, no-not-ever-been-paid blogging career, the wisdom that floats around in the social media ether is that I should make a well-planned effort to go big. Even if there is a small but somewhat stable audience, I need to hunt for much, to the power of thousands or millions more, without admitting to it. The writing is secondary, tertiary, can even be bumped several notches down because The Rise of The Brand has to happen.
I keep meaning to. I keep thinking I’ll read the literature, watch videos on Social Media PR & Marketing, Organezize, branch out, Reach Out And Touch Me a la Depeche Mode. Em, maybe not the last one.
But, curiously, I don’t do it. I am shamefully unenterprising. I can’t even do the not-doing of it all in a coolly hipsterish fashion. Instead, I ramble on. Endlessly. I’d probably babble about pop music even when I’m dead and gone.
And I’m not above vanity. Oh, no. I’d instagram if I had anything instagrammable. I’d vlog, if my life was vloggable. I’d dance, if I was danceable. I’d do it, if I had the talent for it. But, more importantly, if I had the will for it.
I’m not giving blogging a bad name, and certainly not here on WordPress. The reason I wanted to write here in the first place was because the content here was so darn good. Equivalent to high-quality journalism, except it was created independently and could be read/viewed for free. I wanted to be one of you. Your talent as writers and artists drew me to your community. I couldn’t care less how many subscribers you have, or what external material you use to enhance your work. Whether you carve it on stone or html it, it’s your talent that draws me to it.
And I ask the same of you. If you asked me am I writer or a blogger, then I’d say, with cent-percent emphasis, WRITER. But, should I blog it? Yes, I should. Even if it’s not pretty, or even coherent? Sure. If they don’t like it, they can just move on to something else.
If it is offering me a place
To quieten the voices in my head
That speak words and phrases
That are never said
Then, Why The Hell, Not?
Do you write to blog? Or, blog to write?