Why I’m a writer but don’t like to blog (or keep journals)
Most blogs I read are boring, which is the main reason I don’t write my own. My vanity is too nervous about falling into the same trap. Blogs are generally less-honest journal entries and Philipp Keel (am I the only one mildly amused/confused, camused, that he spells his name with two p’s on the end?*) says most people, although they have tried, won’t keep a diary because: 1. Not every day is very eventful. 2. It actually takes a lot of discipline (regarding 1 even more so). 3. In retrospect, many find what they have written quite embarrassing.
To summarize the plight of most would-be bloggers, not every day is eventful and when you try to make it sound like it isn’t, it turns into something embarrassing. At least in my limited experience. Every brave soul who ventures into the blogging world will likely utter a version of this prayer at some point: Dear Lord, let something worth reading happen to me today.
Here are my reasons for starting this blog:
1. My other blog was “in retrospect quite embarrassing” and so I needed a different one.
2. I’m self promoting. There’s no way to make this subtle or not embarrassing. Take it, punitive audience, and judge at will.
3. Short assignments help keep me writing when I’m stuck on a novel that is beginning to resemble Gloppy the Molasses Monster from Candyland.
4. Really, the publicity. (I felt it needed another number.)
5. To quote Enid Bagnold: To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
And so, here’s to the not-so-epic launch of my new blog. May it contain many, many terrible first efforts.
[*I googled it. It’s the German spelling, nothing to be camused about.]