The life of a blogging writer isn’t always fun or glamorous. It becomes even less appealing when you add into the equation the “work” it takes to run a blog and to grow that same blog daily. There are days when I want to stop blogging and just write. Those are the days when I feel I have something worth writing… and that isn’t every day.
Many of us that are blogging writers have never published a book. The most scrutiny we received on our writing was from our 11th Grade Pre-AP English teacher who slaughtered our soul while mutilating our papers with red ink… all in the hopes of making us a better writer of course. I have had bad teachers and good ones. I have had people lift me above myself and people that made sure I never looked to the sky again.
I grew up loving to read, but always impatient to know the ending. When I buy a new book in a series I am reading I immediately read it twice. One time is the quick read in which I speed read to the end so that I know what I have been waiting to know. The second time is to appreciate the story and the details I missed the first go. They both equal satisfaction to me. When I was young my mother forced me to read my Summer Reading List before I could check out any books “for fun.” I learned how to speedread very fast because I was always in a hurry to get to the good books. Reading was my escape… I just didn’t realize until later in life what I was escaping from.
When I was in grade school we had different levels of education for children. “Normal kids” were placed into regular English and the “gifted children” were placed into Clue English. Clue was all about helping a child to reach higher levels of writing, imagery, and English in general. The problem was that while I could readily describe the sight of a dying flame, I could not in turn punctuate those sentences correctly. It was assumed we knew those trivial mechanics even though no one ever taught us. To this day I can’t tell you where a comma goes, but I can tell you where the sun goes when it dies.
I have very few friends “in real life” that read my writing. Most don’t know I blog and I see no reason to tell them. I write for me and because I must. If I didn’t have a day job to slave at I would write constantly until the internet told me to shut up. And then I’d write some more. The freedom to share openly with the world is a powerful tool. It is a weapon in the hands of some, a voice in the mouth of most, and an opportunity to show why we matter to others. We type our lives because the typing makes the living that much easier. That is what it is all about to me. That is why I blog.
Jason C. Cushman
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