When I awoke this morning I began developing ideas for a new blog post. It took five minutes in a state of deep thought before a question occurred to me. What is the main theme of this blog? That question seemed like the one needing asked. But it would still leave some things unsaid. So I dug a little deeper for something a little more revealing. Then it hit me. Who is my audience? Who am I writing to, and, thus, what issues or thoughts do I need to address? The answer I came up with was quite interesting: it doesn’t matter.
First of all, I probably don’t have an audience. I wouldn’t blame anyone for not reading this blog. If I were someone else and had stumbled upon these writings I would have abandoned them a long time ago too.
Second, a blog isn’t meant to conform to any one group of people. What is the point of beginning a blog if I am going to limit it to a predetermined set of people with predetermined interests? It’s like keeping a wild tiger caged up when it should be roaming free. I need to let my writing display my interests. It doesn’t matter how random they may be. Leave the audience that wants a strict subject and theme to their math text books. While they are figuring out the quadratic equation the rest of you will be captivated by my unique style, opinions, and tastes. Yes, you may even be drawn by the randomness of the posts.
However just as there is a danger in letting our hypothetical tiger roam free in New York City, there is a danger in letting my ideas and thoughts run unimpeded throughout the blog. I may find myself pretty popular with some people, but others will hate me for my flippant and whimsical nature. They will call me names. They may say that I am no writer, and may make me feel like dirt. But I will stand my ground and be as fearless as the tiger.
With all that in mind, I have no question to what this blog is about. It isn’t a blog with a single theme for a one-minded kind of people. It is a reflection of my thought, ideas, ramblings, stories, articles, and life experiences. Scraping the corners of my thought and clearing out the cob webs I will show you, in all randomness, what I think. In the end, then, wouldn’t you think that I might actually become predictable? Believing that would be your biggest mistake. As I have already established with one of my best friends: I am unpredictable: be prepared for anything.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I'm Sorry for not Posting Sooner!
Okay, so maybe the title implies that I am making an apology to you, the general reader. Maybe I felt guilty for leaving you all in suspense. This being the case, I determined to write an apology post so that I could receive a warm pat on the back and an, "It's alright," by those dedicated and loyal to me. Before I gag, I think I'll stop right there. By this part of the post I am sure you have begun to realize that I don't intend to apologize to you. It is just simply not the case. "Then," you may ask, "What is the point of this post? Who could you possibly be apologizing to if it isn’t me?" That is a good question and I am sure I will do a horrible job of answering it. But I’ll try anyway. Drum role please...
"I'm sorry, dear writer for not posting sooner." That statement is ambiguous and probably needs further explanation. But first, let’s quickly reflect on the mess I have made thus far. I wrote a whole paragraph explaining what this post wasn't about, lest you be deceived. Then I started the second paragraph-and preferably the last-with a very confusing statement. It not only kept you hanging but has also caused me to write a few more useless sentences in an attempt to "really" explain every thing! Yes, I can empathize with you...this is getting really tiring. Please bear with me, though.
Now for the explanation: what writer is the apology indicating? It is me. Clearly, then, I am apologizing to myself. But why? Doesn't that seem a little Conceited? I mean, who but the stuck up sissy's apologize to themselves. Well, I'll get to that in a minute. First, I need to answer the question, "Why am I apologizing to myself?" I am sorry for not making myself more disciplined. I want to be a writer; I say I love to write, and yet, I am hurting myself immensely by not determining to write at least once a week. This blog is the perfect opportunity for that type of discipline. Not posting, then, probably plays a huge affect in what kind of writer I am and in what kind I become. The less I write, the less comprehendible my writing is, and, thus, the less fun I will have as a writer. For that reason I am sorry. Does it make sense now? If not, then I can't help you. As to the idea of me being a sissy for writing this post…it is only a matter of opinion.
Now that this horrible and long apology is finished I must do something. I must say “sorry,” for the apology. Please don't be too surprised by that last odd statement. Just get used to the fact that you are reading an odd kind of writing from an odd kind of person. So in closing, I’m very sorry whoever you are out there: Interested or (Probably) board reader. I hope the next post better suits your reading tastes.
"I'm sorry, dear writer for not posting sooner." That statement is ambiguous and probably needs further explanation. But first, let’s quickly reflect on the mess I have made thus far. I wrote a whole paragraph explaining what this post wasn't about, lest you be deceived. Then I started the second paragraph-and preferably the last-with a very confusing statement. It not only kept you hanging but has also caused me to write a few more useless sentences in an attempt to "really" explain every thing! Yes, I can empathize with you...this is getting really tiring. Please bear with me, though.
Now for the explanation: what writer is the apology indicating? It is me. Clearly, then, I am apologizing to myself. But why? Doesn't that seem a little Conceited? I mean, who but the stuck up sissy's apologize to themselves. Well, I'll get to that in a minute. First, I need to answer the question, "Why am I apologizing to myself?" I am sorry for not making myself more disciplined. I want to be a writer; I say I love to write, and yet, I am hurting myself immensely by not determining to write at least once a week. This blog is the perfect opportunity for that type of discipline. Not posting, then, probably plays a huge affect in what kind of writer I am and in what kind I become. The less I write, the less comprehendible my writing is, and, thus, the less fun I will have as a writer. For that reason I am sorry. Does it make sense now? If not, then I can't help you. As to the idea of me being a sissy for writing this post…it is only a matter of opinion.
Now that this horrible and long apology is finished I must do something. I must say “sorry,” for the apology. Please don't be too surprised by that last odd statement. Just get used to the fact that you are reading an odd kind of writing from an odd kind of person. So in closing, I’m very sorry whoever you are out there: Interested or (Probably) board reader. I hope the next post better suits your reading tastes.
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