Blogging has been a surprisingly good experience. I never, not for a moment, thought that I would grow into it, and then live to regret that I have mainly been talking to myself. I now see what the furor's all about, especially among those who like to write. It has been interesting to find my voice in this medium, to own this blog, to enjoy thinking about this blog as much as I have, to find myself compelled to make corrections after a post had been up a week or even two months. You never know--someone might read it.
Amazingly, I have encouraged others to begin their own blogs. Like me, they are technological neophytes--middle-aged writers and activists, and some even older. I heard myself offering to help them, surprised that those very words were coming from my mouth. "I know you'd love it," I enthused. So far, no new bloggers have entered the blogosphere at my behest.
I entered the blogosphere thinking it was peopled by the self-absorbed. (Not that I'm not. I just didn't want to expose it, but I believe I could). Instead, I found useful corporate blogs, helpful student blogs, amusing satirical blogs, diverse political blogs, edgy design blogs as well as fairly decent personal blogs, some of which were actually fabulous. The occupants of the blogosphere appear not to be any more or less self-absorbed in their writings than are people in live encounters. Like anyone else, bloggers sometimes use bad grammar, write poorly, and use too much slang. But, you can always change the channel with a click of the mouse. Now that's an advantage!
Sunday, May 6, 2007
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