Q: What makes a good blog? What did you like about this style of writing and/or dislike? Will you blog again?
What makes a good blog, you ask? Well, it depends on what you are trying to convey. If you are writing a blog about life at home and fun things to do with your kids on a rainy day, then your audience will expect a certain level of personality and personal testimony- or at the very least, a look into the blog writer’s life, thoughts, or point of view. If you are writing a sports blog, then readers are looking for something factual, or opinionated with plenty of support- not based on speculation. At the end of the day, when one blogs, one must know what they are blogging about and know what their audience might like to see, already knows, or wants to find out.
When I craft blogs I sometimes, intentionally, leave out some personal elements out of my own wishes to remain somewhat mysterious and objective to my audience. Only those that really know me, actually know me. It’s like when I tweet. I never have tweeted a picture of me, otherwise referred to as a “selfie”, nor do I even go by my name like most people on Twitter- I just have my initials. My Twitter handle happens to fall in line with my nickname, so I assume my friends would know who I am if I happened to follow them one day or write to them. This of course, has some issues. If a potential employer were to try to find me, they wouldn’t be able to. I don’t have anything that associates with my likeness on Twitter or my blog(s). It’s not like I have anything to hide from any potential employers as I am not into the mainstream.
But this, by some manner, leads me to addressing the second question of what I liked or disliked about this writing style. Well, I like how some days if I don’t have much to say, I don’t have to force myself to say anything beyond what I have said. In general, I never get flustered about anything, writing wise; so I never see blogging as a burden. Is it time consuming? Yes, but then again, what isn’t? Do I enjoy it? Yes, most days. I don’t hate writing, but when it comes to writing about writing, I must sound like I have something against it. This likely correlates with my opinions towards writing. I don’t mind it. I like to write. I love to write, because I am not better at anything else and I like piecing together words and I’ve been told I love language. Well, what I am told and what I think are two different things.
In all things artistic that I have ever done I have never liked it when someone says that everything has a meaning; that something symbolizes something else, that everything is a symbol for something. Then again, communications, words, and whatnot are all symbols for the intangible, so am I just a hypocrite? I digress. But when I am told that “I must love language” I must disagree. I just do what I do simply because I do. I write what I write because I write. I don’t know how else to try to explain it, other than I just do things the way I do them, because that’s how I do things. Unless I say I am alluding to something, or implementing symbolism, I am leaving everything else to the interpretation of the reader, visual onlooker, or whomever.
Of course, in conversation one might hear me agree with a statement made, but am I really agreeing? The world may never know. I may never know myself, but what else are such thinkers supposed to think anyway. I guess now would be a seemingly random time to make a plug for my favorite writer- besides Robert Frost, Henry David Thoreau, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Rick Riordan, among others. I am talking about Jon Foreman. He is the lead singer in a band called Switchfoot. They, along with Coldplay, happen to be tied for my favorite band. Jon Foreman is their head man and head song writer, although he occasionally receives help from his younger brother, and bassist, Tim. Jon Foreman’s lyrics speak to me, to a generation, to a world, and to this universe. I don’t care what anyone says unless they’ve listened to enough of Switchfoot or Jon Foreman’s solo work. His lyrics, to my interpretation, are meant to be thought about.
Foreman himself has mentioned that he is a thinking person, and he writes songs for thinking people. His lyrics also start a conversation about whatever they happen to be about, or seem to imply. People may challenge his knowledge, but intellect is not measured in means of a degree necessarily. Foreman is a college dropout who has read his books, making allusions to T.S. Eliot, Soren Kierkegaard, John M. Perkins, among many others. Foreman is in his thirties and been around the world to have learned a thing or two by now, otherwise there would have been no inspiration for Switchfoot’s latest album (and documentary), Fading West, the journey of which is encapsulated in the documentary, while the album was being written during the course of a tour around the world, with stops in all corners of the globe. It is also a surfing film, as alas, the band is from San Diego and Foreman was born in Encinitas, California.
So why do I mention all of this? Well, this is the kind of effect a blog can have; specifically a somewhat reflective blog. Now, will I blog again? Certainly. When the time calls, when I’m tweeting (after all, Twitter is essentially a microblog- and I do respond to random people occasionally), or when I am working on finding the perfect time and opportunity to get a sports blog going, with maybe a few friends so as to lessen the burden of the mighty keyboard and laptop. I will blog again, but as for right now, I’m going to go eat dinner. It’s six o’clock and I am hungry. A thinking person has to eat too, you know.