The author explains where’s he’s been, and shares his reflections on a blogging life mis-spent.
I‘d like to apologize.
I’ve been blogging off and on since October of 2006. The handful who have followed me through all that saw I went through a number of phases, and went through a number of dry times.
I knew where I needed to go, but for reasons that escape me I kept going the wrong direction. There’s a phrase used in physics, a “Drunkard’s Walk” — a term to describe the random motion of particles suspended in some gas or fluid. Moving, but ultimately going nowhere.
The reason I started blogging to begin with was that I saw it as a means to an end. I’m a writer. A writer of fiction. Honestly, a frustrated writer of fiction. I spent many years in the Kafkaesque exercise of beating my head against the iron door to the gatekeepers of the publishing industry, and finally reached a point where it really was just plain meaningless.
Then I ran across a book from 2004 by Biz Stone, one of the founders of Twitter, called Who Let the Blogs Out? One chapter in particular jumped out at me: one that described the experience of bloggers who had used their blogs as a way to gain the attention of the publishing industry, or even one case where a writer had been approached by a publishing company to repackage her blog material into a book.