Thursday, April 21, 2011


No, my blog. I don't hate you. I'm cheating on you with a novel. Two, in fact. I neglect you... but believe that I love you.

Just because I remember the fond days on MySpace from time-to-time, that first foray into this thing of blogging, what I describe as a public conversation with yourself, doesn't mean that you are not the most special thing I've ever known. That brought me to you, so it's part of my journey.

If anybody's been paying attention, bloggers have become characters in the narrative of all, the Theory Of Everything. There's an art to this. The Art Of The Blog. How do you wield it? It's a fingerprint.


Like a tapestry, a story of You is being woven. Do you put your thread in, or will others tailor your tale?

The pull of writing is so damn fickle. Sometimes it's relentless, then others it's elusive. Truth be told, most of the time it's there when you need it most, and the more you let it in the better you become at it.

I don't think that my activities in other blogging mediums have done anything but improved my writing. I was thinking about SnapVine the other day, and I realized that I missed that audio blogging format. It kept us limited to 10 minutes, and in all honesty I think that was perfect. Taught us to be concise. Then along comes Twitter and we're forced to invent a whole new language. I often consider Twitter to be like the Social Media Haiku. Those little 5-7-5 couplets are not a simple thing. The samurai would compose haiku as a method of keeping the mind sharp as the sword. The same could be said for the writer.

In the CyberWorld sense, the blog is to the blogger as the katana is to the samurai. It is his tool, weapon, an extension of himself. Wordpress, Blogger, and now Tumblr are the styles employed. I think Facebook has decided to leave that to those guys, they've not done anything at all to make Notes a true "blogging" interface. At this point I don't know if they ever will. It would be a real uphill climb to get the blogosphere to give up their hard-earned corner of real estate.

I think of my blogs on MySpace from time to time, because I miss that forum. I don't go back because it wasn't the tools (wow, they were the WORST), it was the community. I doubt considerably if anything like what I remember is still there... is anything there? One thing I used to say back then was "I'd write it even if nobody came through", but that didn't mean I didn't care. That just meant that sometimes I'd write something just for me, and other times I wrote things to spread my perspective on something. But whether I got 2 comments or 50, I wrote and posted.

[sidenote: I really miss my friend ValerieVodka... she was one very excellent blogger]

The one fear I always had of my blog on MySpace was the random deletion, which did happen from time to time, sometimes instigated by grudges of other bloggers, so you wrote under a Sword of Damocles. When I created my Blogger page, I left behind some connections, but I gained security. I'm pretty sure that as long as Google is around, this page will be around. I'm not so sure MySpace is going to be around in the next 5 years. While I don't have the traffic or readers I had from MySpace, if anything ever happens to my blogs it's a guarantee they won't ever be read, and that's not an alternative.

If there's a point to this, I'm stating my appreciation for having a blog, and working to utilize it in a better way. I have a friend, I call her my "blog"-sister, Elicia... we get onto one another when we see a lack of production on our blogs. That's just that gentle nudge from a peer to say "Hey, don't forget to document this life while you live it, while it's fresh."

Unless you're determined to live completely off the grid, you're going to leave digital fingerprints. Not every aspect of the story is under your "control". I'm not afraid of the Big Bad Internet... people are going to talk, online and off. If anything it's a multi-faceted view of you. No such thing as all good or all bad, people are just not that one-dimensional. I think of my writing as my art, and art is not the Truth, it is the Truth as presented to be understood.

All this being said, I know I've been neglecting you, my Blog, and I'm letting you know that I'm a long ways from finished here... I appreciate you, and you'll be seeing me a lot more often in the days to come.

-ere'bodee's favorite mega, blogninja

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