Five random thoughts on blogging

Here are five random thoughts on blogging, and WordPress, in no particular order:

  • I have learned three new words today from reading blogs and comments. They are: sojourn, bellicose and oneirology. (The last one is so obscure that the spell-check is picking up on it as I write.)
  • Some perspectives that I have on things, which seem rational to me, get me funny looks when I express them out loud. But I often find that other people on WordPress have the exact same opinion. (It makes me feel that I am slightly less unusual.)
  • Related to the point above, there is absolutely no knowing what rabbit hole I will end up going down when I open up my reader. I like it that way.
  • It takes a lot of nerve to share something meaningful about yourself. There is an awful lot of sharing going on in the world of social media now but it tends to be careful image-crafting, often with a heavy emphasis on an abundance of selfies. Writing anything in long form inevitably gives away a lot about the writer and I find it a very brave thing to do. For that reason, I try to visit the First Friday post when I can and offer some encouragement or practical advice if I feel that I can add something to the conversation.
  • I am extremely impressed with people who manage to post everyday. I don’t know how they do it.

(A note about the picture: I have actually re-used this picture from my last blogging post. The gold-plated fountain pen was given to me by my grandparents when I said I wanted to be a writer. They have since passed away but the pen reminds me of them.)

2 thoughts on “Five random thoughts on blogging

  1. I understand the imperative to blog daily, although in my case as a photographer it’s slightly easier, assuming I’ve managed to capture some half decent images.
    I think this sums the drive to publish nicely:
    BY JOHN KEATS
    When I have fears that I may cease to be
    Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
    Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
    Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
    When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
    Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
    And think that I may never live to trace
    Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
    And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
    That I shall never look upon thee more,
    Never have relish in the faery power
    Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
    Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
    Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

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