I changed my homepage today from Google blog reader to my email account. Not because I get a lot of email, but because I have well over 1,000 blog posts that I’ve neglected – and have zero intention of ever reading. I started off strong, and there were many posts that I enjoyed reading along the way, but there was also something deceptively misleading about it all. Bloggers are too friendly, too supportive, too willing to devote their precious time to helping others like themselves.
How is this a problem?
Great writing is borne from conflict, despair, fear, anxiety, and doubt. It is rooted in the unknown. The written word – barring physical contact – is the closest gateway to another person’s mind that we will ever have. It lives with and without us, it can transform as easily as it can be ignored. I need a support group to keep me writing as much as I need to be reminded to breathe. Harsh? Perhaps. But we writers are notorious for our tough skin, so I’m going to assume you’re not offended.