I really wanted to write a ranting entry about learning to drive. I’d like to say that I used my better judgement to conclude that most of my readers wouldn’t be interested, but that’s not the case. I’m just tired.
Today I read Day 32 – Why It’s Important to Write Like No One Cares from one of my favourite WP’s at the minute. The title filled me with initial hope. Perfect timing, I thought. Another blogger is about to imply: “hey you, yes you, you write that pissy blog. You get it all off your chest. You’ll feel better. Nobody cares.”
But with this paragraph:
‘If you’re not trying to write for the benefit of others and are writing simply so you can get something off your chest or in the hopes that people will find you accidentally brilliant* and stroke your ego, then you’re doing it wrong. Why are you even hitting ‘Publish’ on your posts? You’re putting your thoughts to the wind, and the wind doesn’t care. The wind will treat your writing badly (as it perhaps deserves), tossing it to the gutters’, I actually found the opposite.
I’m not trying to write for the benefit of others. What can I, a twenty two year old female, possibly write to benefit you? Stories are all the same and all the jokes have been told. I can’t offer you anything new. That’s the truth. I can only hit ‘Publish’ on my posts when I am putting my thoughts to the wind. My thoughts in the wind are new. They might not be original, that’s for sure, but they come from something organic.
‘Even when writing deeply personal things, which is what I tend to do, you have to make your written word appealing in some way, i.e. of benefit to the reader. Either to entertain or to inform or both.’
Maybe you do feel entertained by my posts, although you probably don’t. When I’m banging away at my keyboard, I don’t stop to calculate how many of you will be informed or entertained. I’m just too selfish for that. Writing is my solace. It’s my thing. It’s what I do – for me. One of the rare things I do for nothing but the enjoyment of it. I cannot describe to an audience how heavy my heart feels if I don’t write. I write for my health. I write because it is something that makes me feel nourished on the inside. To know I created something today that is mine, inspired by someone else, read by another, but never ever owned by them. This doesn’t belong to you.
‘Basically, you have to write as though no one cares. And then make sure they do’ is the advice on offer. I reject it whole heartedly. You have to write as though no one cares. And then make sure you write because you care for the act of writing itself, not for the cares of others. Throw your thoughts to the wind, you’ll be better for it.