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I really enjoy blogging. I get to practice my writing skills and I receive feedback from other bloggers. So far I've only received feedback about what readers have liked, which is very uplifting, but I'm not sure it is really helping me to to grow.
For all I know the only reason I haven't been offered a job writing a book or something is because I have bad syntax, run on sentences, dangling participles, or I'm only amusing to a small percentage of people. Blogging really isn't a writer's support group.
What I like about writing is that I can say what I need to say without interruption. My thoughts and ideas appear to be coherent and reasonable. When I speak I sound like a bumbling idiot and I usually say something that I wish I hadn't.
If only I could go through life writing down everything I need to say. I would be with a group of friends when one turns to me and asks, "What do you think of the price of tea in China?"
Usually I would snort in derision and offer some flippant remark about the slave labor and communist injustices China uses to manufacture their tea. I am then asked to explain myself and I become so emotional over the matter my thoughts scatter to the winds and I am left standing there trying to gather them back up. I try in vain to remember what those thoughts were and one or two will pop up but I somehow distort them and wind up actually defending communism.
Writing isn't like that, I can take a question, mull it over, write out a few thoughts, organize them, expand them and defend them. I can decide if I want you to laugh at my answer, cry, or leave you struck dumb. Either way, hopefully I have educated you to another view point. At the very least, I want to sound intelligent.
Life is too fast paced, and humanity is too impatient to stand around waiting on me to make a quick three point handwritten speech. So, there I am with my friends, quickly outlining my thoughts on a napkin. They are blinking rapidly not sure they aren't about to observe Einsteins cousin in action or if I have a bad case of laryngitis. Six blinks later they give up on me and one will turn to the other and ask, "Did you see how Fran at church was wearing that tacky hat?"
Please don't ask me what I thought of that hat. I won't be prepared to defend my position until tomorrow afternoon.
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Apr. 18, 2006
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I've enjoyed reading your posts on my blog BTW.:)
Jennie von Eggers
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