Blogging in Solitude ?
A colleague was intrigued to know that I blog .
( Well, 20 posts make me a near veteran in my eyes , so the eyebrows can descend !)
Yes I do , I said with increased certainty . Umm, well, occasionally .
What do you blog about , she asked - Some personal stuff, some philosophical, and perhaps personal moments , some fluff, some just-like - that stuff. You know.
Me too, she said
But I never receive any comments, or feedback on my blog . I have googled myself and never found my blog , she continued .
Do you want to , I asked .
Nope, this is just for me , she replied .
Not really , I replied. Not unless you want to be found . If one wanted to just write for oneself , one would use a word document , a diary , even an email to a buddy , whatever , but surely not a blog . Maybe its not vanity writing as such . One writes and softly chats with oneself , perhaps, but there is always a unsaid hope somewhere , that there will be an answering aha, a soft echo of understanding , some resonance in thought .
I see a friends blog , (which is why I got motivated to start one, actually ) and I think I have understood him much better than I have in years , because he writes with dismissive honesty, great style and humor . And I see the comments that he gets , a whole tapestry of a virtual life out there . Fascinating.
Does he write for himself ? Maybe yes,and then again ,maybe no .
I look back at some stuff I have written, and there is a bit of this and a bit of that .
I have blogged when I had something mildly amusing to giggle about ,something interesting to share , sometime perhaps just vanity writing , because I like to look at words i have typed ( ewww, I just said that ! ), and sometimes when i have felt so much loss , that the only thing I could do was write . And somewhere into the wide blue blogosphere , went the words , like clouds , like sun rays and like rain , lasting for a moment , and then again lasting for as long as I wanted . Its like looking into a well, or into a tunnel , and saying , just because you like to hear the echo - 'Is anyone there ?'
Hello, is someone there ?
( Well, 20 posts make me a near veteran in my eyes , so the eyebrows can descend !)
Yes I do , I said with increased certainty . Umm, well, occasionally .
What do you blog about , she asked - Some personal stuff, some philosophical, and perhaps personal moments , some fluff, some just-like - that stuff. You know.
Me too, she said
But I never receive any comments, or feedback on my blog . I have googled myself and never found my blog , she continued .
Do you want to , I asked .
Nope, this is just for me , she replied .
Not really , I replied. Not unless you want to be found . If one wanted to just write for oneself , one would use a word document , a diary , even an email to a buddy , whatever , but surely not a blog . Maybe its not vanity writing as such . One writes and softly chats with oneself , perhaps, but there is always a unsaid hope somewhere , that there will be an answering aha, a soft echo of understanding , some resonance in thought .
I see a friends blog , (which is why I got motivated to start one, actually ) and I think I have understood him much better than I have in years , because he writes with dismissive honesty, great style and humor . And I see the comments that he gets , a whole tapestry of a virtual life out there . Fascinating.
Does he write for himself ? Maybe yes,and then again ,maybe no .
I look back at some stuff I have written, and there is a bit of this and a bit of that .
I have blogged when I had something mildly amusing to giggle about ,something interesting to share , sometime perhaps just vanity writing , because I like to look at words i have typed ( ewww, I just said that ! ), and sometimes when i have felt so much loss , that the only thing I could do was write . And somewhere into the wide blue blogosphere , went the words , like clouds , like sun rays and like rain , lasting for a moment , and then again lasting for as long as I wanted . Its like looking into a well, or into a tunnel , and saying , just because you like to hear the echo - 'Is anyone there ?'
Hello, is someone there ?
