To blog or not to blog? I’ve been toying with that question for several years now. To be honest, I’m not really convinced that the emerging generations read blogs. I’m also not convinced I have anything important to say. But, the authorities on such matters believe that every aspiring author must be in possession of a blog, and so here we are.
As someone still uncertain in regards to my writing career, I have long pondered what sort of bloggish content I might add to the world. Surely it’s all been written? And is there really a need for fiction writers to blog at all? Will it truly help grow an audience or win future book sales?
Maybe and maybe not. Maybe that’s the wrong question. Maybe we don’t start things because we are guaranteed success, but because it does us a great deal of good to stick our necks out and to try something new.
But I do have a confession to make. I’m not an expert. Not in anything, really. I know, it’s shocking. Bloggers, I think, are supposed to have their lives together. They ought to know exactly what to do, where to go, how to cook this or that dish, and why their plants are dying. They are the ideal humans, to whom we look for authority on any and every matter. (As it turns out, the younger generations rely on blogs for literally everything, they just don’t know it).
That image of perfection is not me. I am a floundering 29 year old with very little clue as to where I’m headed or how to get there. This year has seen a lot of fumbling and a lot of tears. I can’t see the end of the road, or even around the next bend. But I’m starting out anyway. And as on any trip, the going is likely to be rough, but the views along the way are sure to be worth it.