Why do I blog?

This is a question that everyone with an online presence (replace “blog” with whatever form of social media you use) should probably ask themselves. And today, I did. Do I blog for attention? For those little notifications that someone “liked” a post or commented on one? Do I get tied up in watching the stats of how many visitors I’ve had per day, and how many posts each visitor has viewed?

Often, the answer is yes. Yes, I do these things, I admit it. But the little thrills of pleasure when someone enjoys a piece or takes the time to read multiple stories I’ve posted are the hot fudge on top of the reason I blog. 

 I blog because I write. Because I’ll be driving and an idea will pop into my head and I will be forced to cling to that spark of inspiration by its thrashing tail until I can tap out my stream of consciousness into my phone at a red light. I drip water all over my computer keyboard after a shower because I am too impatient to dry my fingers off, afraid that the scene or line of dialogue in my head will disappear if I wait an instant. 

I blog because I write, and because I write, I want to be read. Of course, if no one ever read the words I put onto paper, I would write anyway. But just as no man is an island, no writer can be, either. Perhaps there are people who can only write for themselves; certainly, there are things I have written that will never see eyes other than my own (thank goodness). But, why create if no one ever sees the creation? What if Michaelangelo had kept the David in a closet? Or painted the work that graces the Sistine Chapel in his garage? Please don’t think I’m suffering from hubris and comparing myself to Michaelangelo. 

I think anyone who creates—whether it is fiction, non-fiction, art, film, architecture—anyone who takes something that existed only in the cloudy grey cerebral cortex and brings it to life, makes it concrete, does so not just for themselves. Hiding your work from potentially critical eyes, you will be forever blind to both its brilliance and its flaws. If you never expose your creation to the light of day, you will never know whether it will be Frankenstein’s monster or the Mona Lisa. 

And so, while I may overload Twitter, Instagram, etc. etc. etc. with the mundane and the banal, I try to keep that out of this space. I avoid posting mediocre work just to get hits and make my stats go up, I (try to) avoid rambling posts about nothing, and I look forward to feedback from readers and comment-ers. After all, with all the worlds created in our heads, it is good to invite others into those worlds every once in a while if only so that they can pull us out. 

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12 thoughts on “Why do I blog?

  1. Go figure, I have ten minutes to check my email and such, and you’ve written something lovely, darling! You and I have spoken about this, and I encourage you to hold fast to your philosophy of not posting mediocre work just to get hits, etc. you should be very proud of your writing. Can’t wait to get back and catch up!
    Helena

    • Thanks Joseph! It’s nice to know people feel the same. There are so many good blogs and the mediocre ones make me more grateful that I’ve found some quality ones!

  2. Love this one! It’s the truth. I always say if I was lost on a deserted island, I would scribe in the sand, watch high tide wash it away, and scribe some more. I write because I have to. The voices in my head won’t leave me alone! (something you can only say to another writer and not get locked up in a room with padded walls.) Thanks for the great, HONEST post. Keep Writing!!

    • I’m so thankful it resonated with you! And I definitely agree with the “voices” point. I think if writers didn’t write we WOULD end up in rooms with padded wall. Thanks for reading!

  3. I just posted a poem, complete with construction/deconstruction annotations that echoes what you’ve said here — there is a craft to writing, and you shouldn’t settle for just the unedited word salad that your mind tosses all the time — strive to make everything you ‘publish’ worthy of your OWN praise. If you can’t say great things about it, then…. maybe you shouldn’t have posted it.

    • I completely agree (I’m about to go take a look at your poem!) that if you aren’t proud of your own work there’s probably a reason. Sure, one of the downfalls of being a writer is being overly critical of your own work, but most times there’s a *click* when you know it’s ready.

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