I don’t understand why some bloggers don’t consider themselves to be writers. Some bloggers post everyday, or damn near. They expend so much energy thinking of topics, finding videos and pictures to help illustrate a point, figuring out which angle will keep readers interested. That’s what writers do, right?
Recently, when I commented on a post by fellow blogger Debra, she asked me if I get satisfaction from writing here on my blog, knowing that a major goal of mine is to have my poetry published in a literary journal. And the answer is yes, blogging is quite satisfying (although holding back on the poetry is tough).
Blogging is a totally different beast from other forms of writing. It can be highbrow but it doesn’t have to be in order to be art. When it’s done well, the rewards are immense for both blogger and reader. I’m still a student, still tweaking, still experimenting.
Also, there’s this: While being “published” may give me so-called legitimacy, blogging gives me the immediate rush whenever I manage to get even one person to read what I wrote.
In a previous post, I outlined why I write. There are some who don’t mind if no one ever reads what they put down and then there are those like me who at heart are exhibitionists, just as much as any performer on stage. Off-stage, we are soft-spoken and unassuming but on paper we release the closet freak. Or maybe that’s just me.