Okay, so I admit I have a few little problems with my blog.
- I love to write but can’t write well on demand.
- I am moody. Sometimes I don’t recognize posts I’ve written weeks before (was that a guest author?)
- I am not good at getting people to leave comments.
- I have argued with people.
- I have asked people not to come back. (Did I mention I am not good at getting people to leave comments?)
- Most of my readers are writers because that’s mainly who I visit.
- I need to sell art and writers can’t afford art.
- I have yet to decide what I have to offer readers besides art.
- I have no pillar articles.
- I don’t do SEO.
My posts are all over the place with subject matter. My blog is more like the inside of my head, a little schizoid. I feel like a street person talking to the crowd on the corner. Somedays I’m in a purple skirt with green sweater, over a yellow shirt with little blue flowers, over a long nightgown, wearing hiking boots and men’s slacks (underneath) for warmth. It’s 105º outside.
I know this person. She talks all day, sometimes vehemently. She must know hundreds of people where she lives, in her mind. How many books has she written in her head? How many poems has she uttered and not known they exist? Does she see the people around her or only phantoms from her past? Does she care? Why is she so angry?
On good days she draws pictures on the sidewalk. People smile and give her money. That makes her happy. Happiness lets her make more pictures. Then the conversations begin again. She rants. She gestures. She moves on to the next corner, to begin again.
Here is a comment I left for The Naked Writer, who had asked How much do you reveal in your writing? How down and out personal do you get?
“Talk about naked… my blog exists because I exist. And right now, I only exist because of my blog and my art, or that’s how it feels anyway. If I don’t (finally) let the world know me I will die unnoticed.”
Hard to pin down what I do here. I guess I am here at Sartre’s bequest. “Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you.” I am here to free myself. If someone can benefit from my experience, or not feel alone, I’ll have succeeded.
This post is in response to Terry Heath’s Blog Boosting Brouhaha at Bloggity.