A month or so ago, I had a conversation with a woman in her late-50’s/early 60’s about the internet. The topics ranged from protecting one’s personal information to hours wasted on social games and networking sites. Then she said something that caused the wrinkle between my eyebrows to deepen and the corners of my smile to fall: “And then there’s blogging… what a waste of time.”
I didn’t argue with her—one should never get into a pissing match with a skunk—but inside I was seething. How could she not understand the value of the written word and the ability to easily share it with the world? What rock was she living under that reading and writing about opinions, emotions, news, and everything else under the sun didn’t matter? Did she not realize that people form attachments to the blogs they read, that they wait patiently for that email that says a new post has been written? Ok, that may be a little much, but you get the idea. Unfortunately, the woman I talked with didn’t.
Blogging is not just about sitting in front of a computer screen and typing to hear the clickety-clack as each key brings up the intended pixellated letter, forming words where a blank space once existed. There is so much thought and research that go into posts. I doubt that anyone reading this shares the opinion of the woman I spoke with and if you do, why the heck are you still reading?
I could go on and on about the value that blogging brings to the world, about how people all over the world can connect with complete strangers, about how posts can brighten dark days and soothe the loneliness of a solitary life, but I shall not. There is no need to convince you, dear readers, how much I enjoy reading and writing about topics that interest me and discovering new and enchanting people who introduce me to fresh concepts I never knew I would find joy in.
Recently, I was chosen as one of the lucky winners of Truth and Cake‘s first giveaway and a few days ago, I received my prize bundle. I was overjoyed when, upon opening the package, I was greeted with a glimpse of gold.
But this was only the start of the treasure…
Inside, I found two books to fuel my creativity (Steal Like An Artist by Austin Kleon and The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp—I can’t wait to sink my teeth into both of them), deliciously yummy cupcake-flavored lip balm, a pencil and notebook to joke down my ideas, a handwritten card from Truth and Cake‘s amazing blogger Rian, and a darling little buddy to keep me company as I write.
I am thrilled and ever so grateful for these gifts I would have never received were it not for my hours spent in the blogosphere.
This is not my first blog, but this has been the most rewarding to me. I have “met” so many talented, insightful, and darn right funny folks as I’ve opened myself up to following those blogs that encourage and inspire me, whether their authors know it or not. With the help of new posts by various people throughout the world, I have been challenged to be a better writer and I am finally growing comfortable with calling myself a writer. No matter how many essays, stories, or reflections I have written, published or not, I have never considered myself a writer. Until this year, the first of Defining Wonderland.
There is a community to those that blog. Though we may never meet at a café for coffee or share a laugh over a silly joke, we are united in our desire to share our musings and learn from those we might not have had the pleasure of knowing had it not been for these blogs.
I guess the only reason I feel this blog just might be a waste of time is that I do not personally know most of the bloggers that have had such a profound effect on my writing. I cannot tell you, readers, how much I would love to share the company with each and every one of you—and the bloggers whose posts I simply can’t get enough of—so that I can hear the stories that haven’t been posted and soak up more of the creative sparkle shared.
Please continue to waste your time blogging. I know I will.