A Letter to Those Who Would Be Bloggers

Everyone talks about how "Quality is King" but they never really define that. Quality is something you'd end up being proud you have written. Something you would go to another blog's website and read. At least, that's how I define it.

Most well written blogs, that are truly a joy to read, follow one simple creed. They write what they would read, thusly writing for themselves. A blog like mine, which is quite personal, I know this is how it has to be. Which is fine, because that's what I want to do. When I think of my audience, I think of myself first. What would I want to read?

And that gets into the realm of fun, because the best joy you can have in your life, as a writer, is truly enjoying what you've written, and then having others enjoy it as well. More often than not you will find that what you like to read, others will enjoy it as well. But it also boils down into simply enjoying what you write for the sake of writing.

On a blog entitled, "Aphorism of the Day," I found an aphorism posted on November 7th, 2012, and it said, "Blessed is the nightbird that sings for joy and not to be heard." We always try to relate the human experience to the animal kingdom, and there's no denying listening to birds chirp can be a wonderfully calming experience, as long as you don't have some annoying species of birds in the back yard...

Birds simply sing their songs, sure they probably have some kind of genetic drive to do so, but its something they just simply do. They don't do it for recognition or because human's like to hear it... And that's what blogging should be in the end, I believe.

Sure, you can have niche blogs that are blogging about a subject to help or educate people. But I write sheerly for entertainment. I write because I enjoy it. The serious subjects I get into, I get into in hopes that people reading them can find a commonality with their own lives and maybe get comfort or help from knowing that there others out there who experience such things. I write to get things off my chest, and maybe, just maybe someone out there will read what I've written and smile, or maybe they'll laugh, or maybe they'll cry.

Whatever my readers do, I just hope they enjoy the time they spend on my site, because though I think of myself as the main audience, I am only part of that audience, of which I pander to.