Write Before Thinking


All the Meaningful Things Have Been Said

The other day someone asked me why I wasn’t blogging anymore. I answered by tossing my schedule under the bus. I figured that was an easier answer than admitting that the reason I wasn’t blogging was because I really had no desire to. And because I liked this person I didn’t want to subject them to a lengthy discourse on why my desire to share my thoughts with the world had pretty much vanished. However, given that this is a blog and you control the reading experience (i.e. you can tune me out whenever you want to), this would be as good of time as any to explain myself.

I have no desire to blog because there are too many blogs. I have no desire to share my opinions because there are too many people sharing their opinions. Twitter, Facebook, blogger, WordPress – they’ve given everyone a voice and platform to share everything and anything. With the click of a mouse we can all be Glen Beck, Rachel Maddow, Hemingway, et. al.. Or at least we think we can. We share our thoughts and opinions under the false impression that everyone wants to hear these thoughts and opinions. We clamor to be experts in our fields. We aspire to be the wittiest people you know or the most eloquent, thoughtful, or insightful. We share and share and share thinking and hoping that something that we said will resonate with the reader. Typing in hopes that someone will comment or share or “like” what we said.

Maybe someone will. Lots of times they do.

The problem is that all this sharing is diminishing the value of the written word. (I realize that makes me sound like a pretentious ass and a cynic in an already crowded cesspool of cynics. I also get that sharing my opinion in a article railing against the sharing of opinions makes me a hypocrite. I’m OK with that.) Just because we can share doesn’t mean we should. No one wants to sit at a bar next to the stranger who won’t shut the hell up. No one wants to listen to the blowhard drone on about how they’d do this or what they think about that. Unless, of course they tune into their favorite cable news network or ask their neighborhood boor what they think.

I don’t want to be the stranger sitting at the bar. The reality is that I’m not so presumptuous to believe that any of you really care (or should care) what I think. That’s not me fishing for compliments, nor is it me trying to be a depressing and insecure writer. Rather, it’s me trying to spare you with more drivel. I don’t care for people telling me what to think. I’m sure as shit not going to try to tell you what you should think. What I am going to do is try to entertain you.

I started this blog in an effort to create some accountability for my writing. I did so thinking the pressure of publishing my words to the world would make me a better and more consistent writer. At first it did. But then I let the excuses pile up and the words die down. I will change that by posting on a more regular basis. I’m going to get back to offering up chapters of my book as they’re written. My expectation isn’t that you’ll read and comment and bombard me with effusive praise. I certainly hope you’ll read what I’ve written. I really hope you’ll actually like what I’ve written. But I won’t be offended if you don’t because, really, me posting what I’ve done, like most things on the web, isn’t about you. It’s about me.


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