I was never the best student. Being the fifth born in a family of 14, all of whom were to be home schooled by Mom, you can't expect every one of us to get straight A's though. Grammar, writing and spelling were probably my hardest subjects, (maybe due to the fact that I didn't like to read). Curiously enough, when it became a trend to have a blog in our house back in 2005, that became the thing I dreamed to keep. It was a few years before I eventually set one up. The only problem -I didn't have anything to write. That blog sat until I completely forgot the address, log in and password and it disappeared into cyberspace.
My mind told me I should just practice writing in my journal. Sadly enough, I repeated the whole process twice.
Time passed and web logs made it part way into history as they went out for a while and social networks took their place. I figured out that I could keep a facebook without really having to write anything on it and for the first time, I felt internetly sophisticated.
More time. The history books close again for web logs and one day finds me with a sister and a computer. A handy search engine and a sentimental journey into the near past shows that blogs are still alive in our family under the 'very original' titles, 1of14, 2of14, 3of14, 4of14... we look up 5of14 to see if, by some mistake it exists and, yes it does! But it's not me. Seeing that a 7of14 and a 9of14 also exist though, we search until we find one of my old blogs, and even though it's been dormant for over a year, we give it a proper title, "fiveof14".
At this point, some kind of faulty intelligence tells me that, if I have such a hard time finding my own blog, other people will have a harder time, and I begin to post random things on my page of internet. (Nothing worth having my name or face attached to.) This brings us to the present.
It's early and I'd rather be asleep. I half pay attention to a discussion about blogging. How some are good, and "some people shouldn't write". I'm slightly intrigued and my mind starts to wounder what it really is that makes a writing worth while, (since I've definitely not found it yet).
"some people write well but portray themselves as -amazing, not-who-they-really-are. I get comments about every other day from people telling me how they just love Margie's blog and about what an amazing person she is."
-"Now Annie, on the other hand," (that would be me!) "she's just now coming to the realization that people can actually SEE her blog!.."
I'm awake now.
They think it's funny that I react and so they expound on it and accuse me of writing on the internet what was only meant for a private journal. This makes me smile and so I join in the fun poking with, "Yeah, I just call it my 'Cyber Dumpster'. It's where I dump everything that I don't want anymore. -You mean you READ that stuff?"
Why did I just say that? I don't know. But this turned the conversation to cheesy and I began to think:
It's true, I'm one of those people who shouldn't have a blog. It's also true that Margie is a good writer, even if she's not exactly who she writes about. Hey, who ever said a writer couldn't have a separate identity?
It's true that people do have 'Cyber Dumpsters' (code name 'facebook, twitter, blog spot...'), and unfortunately for them, they're probably gonna regret it some day when they realize that they've written out their whole struggle through love and rejection, hate and their enemies, and giving the dog a bath, on line for the world to see.
Time passed and web logs made it part way into history as they went out for a while and social networks took their place. I figured out that I could keep a facebook without really having to write anything on it and for the first time, I felt internetly sophisticated.
More time. The history books close again for web logs and one day finds me with a sister and a computer. A handy search engine and a sentimental journey into the near past shows that blogs are still alive in our family under the 'very original' titles, 1of14, 2of14, 3of14, 4of14... we look up 5of14 to see if, by some mistake it exists and, yes it does! But it's not me. Seeing that a 7of14 and a 9of14 also exist though, we search until we find one of my old blogs, and even though it's been dormant for over a year, we give it a proper title, "fiveof14".
At this point, some kind of faulty intelligence tells me that, if I have such a hard time finding my own blog, other people will have a harder time, and I begin to post random things on my page of internet. (Nothing worth having my name or face attached to.) This brings us to the present.
It's early and I'd rather be asleep. I half pay attention to a discussion about blogging. How some are good, and "some people shouldn't write". I'm slightly intrigued and my mind starts to wounder what it really is that makes a writing worth while, (since I've definitely not found it yet).
"some people write well but portray themselves as -amazing, not-who-they-really-are. I get comments about every other day from people telling me how they just love Margie's blog and about what an amazing person she is."
-"Now Annie, on the other hand," (that would be me!) "she's just now coming to the realization that people can actually SEE her blog!.."
I'm awake now.
They think it's funny that I react and so they expound on it and accuse me of writing on the internet what was only meant for a private journal. This makes me smile and so I join in the fun poking with, "Yeah, I just call it my 'Cyber Dumpster'. It's where I dump everything that I don't want anymore. -You mean you READ that stuff?"
Why did I just say that? I don't know. But this turned the conversation to cheesy and I began to think:
It's true, I'm one of those people who shouldn't have a blog. It's also true that Margie is a good writer, even if she's not exactly who she writes about. Hey, who ever said a writer couldn't have a separate identity?
It's true that people do have 'Cyber Dumpsters' (code name 'facebook, twitter, blog spot...'), and unfortunately for them, they're probably gonna regret it some day when they realize that they've written out their whole struggle through love and rejection, hate and their enemies, and giving the dog a bath, on line for the world to see.
And it's true that none of us really care about what you're eating, or where you're sitting, because we'd really all rather read about ourselves. Needless to say, I will be cleaning out my blog and putting the trash into the Real 'Cyber Dumpster' -the one on my desktop labeled 'Recycle Bin', soon. And here is where I begin to come to my conclusions about what makes a good blogger.
A good blogger can write about themselves under the disguise of writing about you in first person, and bring you to believe that they're right beside you in the struggles of life, big or small. Everyone likes to overcome a good struggle in a cool way. This is why you love them even though they're a little more awesome when they write than you could ever be in real life.
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A good blogger can write about themselves under the disguise of writing about you in first person, and bring you to believe that they're right beside you in the struggles of life, big or small. Everyone likes to overcome a good struggle in a cool way. This is why you love them even though they're a little more awesome when they write than you could ever be in real life.
They are also profoundly grateful, extra cynical, and they have a knack for thinking up the perfect things to say at the perfect moments, (the things that we all wish we'd of thought up on the spot, but failed to be brilliant with until an hour after the fact). Of course our blogger is gracious enough to keep these
thoughts all to themselves so as not to offend the person they wished to insult at the moment.
A good blogger can keep it short, because we don't think we really have time to read these days. This is where they spare the details that you never needed to know.
And last, a good blogger will leave you with some worth while information, weather it's a piece of history, a bit of advice, or a word of wisdom, because everyone likes to have something to show for their time.thoughts all to themselves so as not to offend the person they wished to insult at the moment.
A good blogger can keep it short, because we don't think we really have time to read these days. This is where they spare the details that you never needed to know.
That is the information I'd like to leave with you now, and I will also leave it up to you to decide whether it's information worth keeping or not.
After all, this is me, writing from my Cyber Dumpster.
