The other day, I attended my first get-together of the Asheville Blogger Society. I met some nice people (writers are nice people, in general) who asked the inevitable question: so, what is your blog about? My first instinct was to blurt out, it’s about me. But that’s not quite right. It’s my view of the world. True, but still not quite right. It’s about things that compel me to write. Politics. Poetry. Philosophy. Physics. People. Personhood.
I suppose I fashion myself to be the 21st Century incarnation of the syndicated columnist Sydney J. Harris. Wrightly or wrongly.
The general wisdom is that a successful blog must cover a specific topic. Like, how to catch vermin invading your home (on that note, ihatevermin.com is available as of this writing). But I must ask, what is a successful blog? Is it one that has tens of thousands of readers? Does it generate tens of thousands in ad revenue for the writer? Nice for others perhaps, but those are not my goals.
First, I want to have fun. The act of writing, the challenge of selecting the right word and the right place to put a comma, provides a certain satisfaction upon one’s own rereading, well before the product is read by others. It is hard for me to imagine any writer who does not want to satisfy his/her own sensibility of the language first and foremost.
But I would also like to make connections. The comments made by the readers of this blog are highly prized, not simply for the content but for the decision to comment. Interactions, whether human or chemical or physical, are the golden threads that line the nest we call our universe.
Writing this blog will not make connections. That is something I need to do in person, taking time to care for people, listening to them instead of them listening to me. I get it. One-Sided Conversation doesn’t make it today.