So I was taken back by a conversation I had with a friend. He is a lawyer, but he also is a philosopher by training. And he is a writer of (unpublished) letters to the editor. Sensing a Man with Things on his Mind, I solicited him to join the universe of bloggers. But he doubted that he had any recipe for a blog that would draw a hungry following.
A hungry following? Seriously? He says this to me, who, on any given day, doesn’t have enough blog visitors to serve as pallbearers at my funeral?
Yet here I go again.
I learned to love writing late in life. Starting in my fifties, I got excited about how some words mesh in a sentence, and I learned to enjoy manufacturing metaphors and similes. I now write with a thesaurus close by, to find the best word, and a dictionary, to make sure that it is the right word. I study what words are funny and what words are serious. (Pistachio is funny; almond is serious.) Late into the night, I read essays and books not just for the subject, but because the author takes me to school about the writing craft.
To say you will blog only if you know that you will attract a wide following is like saying that you will have children only if you know that they will grow up to be generals and senators. Accomplished offspring are a good thing. Acclaim is a good thing. But if fame never RSVPs me, that won’t shrink my joy in writing or burden me with a sense of failure.
It would be great to be a Joan Didion or a Maureen Dowd. But writing is like any occupation, pyramid-shaped, with the few and famous at the tapered top, down to the rest of us, unacclaimed, at the broad base.
I hope that people will visit my blog at least until nobody lives who has a living memory of me. When I am dust, my writings might provoke a thought or two.
And yet. Part of me hopes that my blog catches on. I even fantasize that a big-time website will discover me and invite me to post with them. And pay me to do it. As much as I love practicing law, I would be thrilled to earn a living by writing about ideas that interest me. We all have dreams.
Hi Jon. I thought I'd identify myself as one of your nameless blog viewers. I've read several of your blogs and find them quite interesting. I've never responded mostly because I have too much on my plate most of the time. Today's is different because I completely understand loving to write.
ReplyDeleteI also love to write. I write constantly and doubt if anything I write will ever be viewed by others. But you're right. It doesn't matter. I just love to write.
Along with writing, reading is my passion. I read a wide variety of books from just about every genre. For awhile I tried to read everything that any of my kids read. Since I have ten kids this quickly became impossible. Several of them also love to read, so there was no way I could keep up.
Anyway, keep on writing, and NO, I do not want to spend time in a hot tub :)