A BLOGGER’S DOUBTS
A few friends, both virtual and real, have begun to write blogs recently. I’d like to imagine I inspired them, but I know the passion to communicate is part of the human DNA. The number of bloggers in the world is enough to make me shudder. I joined one site where the fiction writers section numbered nearly 3,000. Other sections were in included — biography, non-fiction and the like — making the total membership on this single site 60,000.
When I think of all these people writing blogs I begin to feel like the shrinking man. Worse, I worry that I’m being presumptive. What have I to say that can be of any use to anyone? Perhaps I’d be better as a member of the audience. Given the number of bloggers, we precious readers become a commodity.
I confess the private side of me sits in wonder at my daily writing. Sometimes, too, I feel as if Emily Dickinson is peering over my shoulder and clucking:
“How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog.
Make that blog instead of bog… and maybe not so admiring and I’d be near the truth.
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