I’m in a dilemma.
I’ve been asked not only why I write, but exactly to whom I am writing.
And once more I haven’t the foggiest idea. Actually, my idea is clooked in fogginess. It reminds me of driving a car along a foggy road, not being able to see what is beside me, behind me, or ahead of me. I keep driving hoping for a break in the mist that will add some clarity to the journey.
My first response to the question is, ‘anyone who will read my stuff’ is my audience. A copout, to say the least. Because all bloggers and/or writers want to be noticed, read, followed, talked about, admired. Let’s face it, being worshiped would be nice.
As has been pointed out to me, blogging is forming friendships: it takes interest in others, being available, listening, responding, time. It takes Work!
Oh no, not work!! I have to work at this? Writing isn’t work to me. It flows and seems natural. I don’t feel pressure or discomfort. I look forward to getting words on a piece of paper or on the computer screen.
What is work is the process to ‘spread the word’, to figure out who will want to read my posts, to form friendships with faceless readers, to engage with these strangers via social media. Whatever happened to sitting down at the kitchen table and sharing thoughts with your neighbor over a cup of coffee? Not that I ever did that. I don’t like coffee, but you get the point.
Those days have been replaced with a computer and a phone that allow folks to communicate incognito.
If Alexander Graham Bell had known that this contraption he invented would eventually do away with the kitchen table, he just might have passed on the idea. But who would have thought the telephone would lead the way to anonymity?
Here we are, seeking an audience for what we create, hoping that someone is interested enough to spend time perusing my thoughts and ramblings. So,to whomever is reading this, I say thank you. I know you have other blogs to read, other people to be interested in, other pursuits that would be more beneficial. But instead you are here, visiting with me. I’m delighted to have you here, even if I don’t know you.
Rest easy, I don’t require worship. A bit of a smile will do just fine.