A post came through the RSS feeds this evening cautioning would-be writers against blogging. The fellow’s (blog) post was long. It was formulaic. It even started with one of those “5 Reasons…”-type titles. It was everything any other blogger would tell you, I suppose, starting with “No one reads blogs anymore,” “Blogs are for established brands selling things,” “Go use Twitter,” and so forth. And maybe he’s right: I probably would never have seen his blog if I hadn’t imported someone else’s blogroll lock, stock, and barrel.
I once managed to earn a waiver on some university writing class requirements by sitting alone for an essay exam. The topic was announced once I took my seat, the style of writing was to be argument or persuasion, and the one instruction was to include my choice for my intended audience.
I know my audience — it’s just me. There may be stuff in there for my family — stuff that might give my kids some insight years from now. There may be some words for friends. There’s undoubtedly material that will only resonate with the few if any who’ve shared similar experiences. Even then, I write for me.
So, I’ve succeeded then: I’m not a blogger 🙂