As my loyal readership, most of you clearly know I've had some recent issues with maintaining a consistent blogging presence over the past year or so. Part of it stems from travel, being busy with work, and partially from good ole, down-home laziness.
At least that's what I told myself. Week in week out, I'd sit down in front of my computer and try to write without getting frustrated, slamming the lid of my computer down and changing screens to Twitter. While Twitter is indeed a wonderful medium for expression, it also coddles my strong tendency not to focus on any one thing for a significant period of time unless I deem it "important." With Twitter, I don't have to be particularly introspective, I can just comment on the world as it goes by, whether I let it sweep me along or just watch the goings-on from my porch.
My biggest problem as a writer isn't my work rate, or my attention span, it's my feeling that everything I care to write about has been done already, by someone with better insight and skill than me. Every day I read wonderful pieces by world-renowned writers I care about, about issues I care about, and I feel they're all done much better any paltry offering I can present. In many ways, Twitter has exacerbated this problem by opening my eyes to dozens of journalists, writers, bloggers, and more who have unique insight and access to many different areas of my interest that I simply cannot hope to match. For these reasons, I tend to simply kick back and enjoy my surroundings.
No more. As I move forward in life, I realize that while I may not have the access and knowledge of many others, I do have a unique viewpoint and writing style that some may enjoy. Furthermore, if I'm to call myself a writer, I have to write, plain and simple. I've said it myriad times, and I partially don't even believe myself when I say "more writing is coming." Neither should you. With that being said, I invite you to disbelieve me 100%. Believe me when the blog posts come streaming in. When my Twitter feed starts to be filled with me commenting on my own writing, rather than on other's offerings. Then we can revisit this post and marvel at my wonderful turnaround.
Then I can call myself a writer again.
1 comment:
yes! dude, i was off the grid for a few days, but coming back to technology to stumble upon a steady stream of your posts has me inclined to accept egregious roaming charges the next time.
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