I started blogging one year ago this month. One of my friends was blogging, and I thought, hey, that looks like fun. So I started a blog.
And no one cared.
Well, maybe one or two people cared. You know who you are. And you’re awesome, by the way.
At any rate, I didn’t give a lot of thought to blog design or visual appeal because like I said, when no one’s looking, there’s not a lot of pressure to be fancy.
With blogging, there’s just not a lot of pressure, period.
A blog post is the most public thing you can possibly do with your art or deepest thoughts or most profound emotions - and yet once you make that public statement, it's almost immediately lost within the sheer volume of other voices shouting their thoughts out into the ether.
It’s a public diary that is simultaneously available to, and ignored by everyone.
How sweet is that?
As a writer, I face rejection on an astonishing scale. I send short stories out by the gross, and in return, I receive reject letters which often make it abundantly clear that my submission wasn’t even read.
Now that I can submit stories to most literary magazines electronically, I receive form email reject letters, too.
But when I write a blog post, the only people who bother to check in and say anything are people who dig what I do. Well, most of the time, anyway. And that’s encouraging.
Although you really shouldn't encourage me.