There are several reasons why people who write mostly want
to be published. The commonest, I would suggest, is ego. People like to see
their name in a by line; it gives them a lift; maybe it makes them feel
important. Some people want to make money from their writing, while others feel
they have something to teach the world.
To me, there’s only one valid reason. The process of writing
involves taking something out of the mind and externalising it. Why some of us
feel impelled to externalise our mental processes, I don’t know yet. Maybe it’s
just a fundamental need in the human condition: the need to be understood. I’m
not even sure whether that’s a valid need or not, but I don’t see why it
shouldn’t be. Only the most extreme examples of alienation, natural or
psychotic, produce a person who has zero desire to connect in some way with the
human community, and connection implies understanding.
So, that being the case, there’s a problem with writing
something that nobody ever reads: it produces a sense of short circuit, and
that’s frustrating.
This is as true of blogging as it is of writing a novel or an essay on string theory. Writing a blog that nobody reads is a frustrating
business because the need that precipitated the effort isn’t being met. The
effort, therefore, feels wasted, and that just makes the need even greater.
Fortunately, that isn’t true in my case. Google stats
indicate that plenty of people read this blog, but there’s still a problem. I
used to receive one or more comments on nearly every post I made, but there
have been none at all on the last twenty seven posts.
It’s said that a duck’s quack never echoes, and nobody knows why. This is similar; the externalised workings of my strange mind are evidently being picked up, but there’s no echo. The people receiving them are quiet, invisible, anonymous, and so I don’t know where my thoughts are going or how they’re being received.
It’s said that a duck’s quack never echoes, and nobody knows why. This is similar; the externalised workings of my strange mind are evidently being picked up, but there’s no echo. The people receiving them are quiet, invisible, anonymous, and so I don’t know where my thoughts are going or how they’re being received.
It won’t stop me blogging, of course, but I would be
interested to know why there’s no echo any more.
2 comments:
You're the only person who ever read my blog or commented, and i think you mostly did so out of kindness. No one reading is the reason i didn't post often and why i no longer blog. Oh and i don't have internet at home at the moment, either... which is also why i haven't visited you here in a while. Glad to see you are still at it.
Oh, and if i'm not around again for awhile its also because of my lack of internet services at home. Just so you know :o)
Andrea, the reason I read your blog was because I came to be very fond of you and I was genuinely interested in what was happening. Your reaction to losing the first twin impressed me greatly, and I was a bit on pins over the rest of the pregnancy. The progress of said pregnancy was fascinating. And then there was Beatrice...
I assumed the reason you'd gone quiet was because you were preoccupied with family affairs. I do still check on you from time to time to see whether you're back.
It's lovely to see you again, and I do hope everything is well on the home front.
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