Friday, September 23, 2011
Is Blogging Dead?
When I was blogging, I started to develop an awful pattern of self editing while writing. This, for any writer, is fatalistic. I began to think, "Is this too politically incorrect?" "What if my boss reads this?" "Why am I talking to myself again?"
And so, my writing suffered more than a gay kid during high school gym class. I second guessed every word and lost interest.
I also began to wonder if my writing style was too cynical - that I was just bitching and complaining all the time, with nothing fun to balance it out. I imagined readers browsing my latest post, only to break into a snarl after a few seconds and muttering, "No wonder he doesn't have any fucking friends" as they typed "tmz.com" into their browsers and clicked "enter."
Then there's Facebook and Twitter. No one writes stories anymore, because no one seems to have the interest in reading them. They want a single sentence blurb. They have no time for anything else.
Unfortunately, 99% of status updates sound like this:
"Almost done finishing the laundry, then time for pedicure and then GIRLS NIGHT OUT!!!!!!!"
Why does life suck so much?" (I won't reply to any of your attempts to get the story out of me because I just want the attention right now)
So, I don't know what this means for me. I love telling stories. I just wish I felt more connected to my readers. Sometimes I feel like I'm sending smoke signals, and it keeps raining.
All is not lost, because as I was writing this, I just remembered a very funny story about an elderly couple, the NYC subway, and Italy. Stay tuned. It's a good one.