Call me crazy but I am more interested in interaction than I am in stats. Still, this is the Internet and numbers reflect hits but not communication thus my conumdrum: an attachment to comments.
Sometimes I feel like a coment whore. Lately, I've been cranking out drafts like I'm working the assembly line. Do I want to mirror that: mass produced plastic widgets? I've crossed a line. I will post rough drafts because I want feedback. I crave the immediate connection we can have online. The immediacy often means giving each other a pat on the back. It's nice, doesn't take much effort and it's safe. Not every writer wants a critique or even a question about what she writes. At the core of any comment however is acknowlegement and yeah, I want that.
With blogs, access is greater yet we are uncomfortable or indifferent about the intimacy we could enjoy. This crack is a dichoctomy: greater access, less communication. The extended conversation rarely happens. I have this discussion with myself every time I cross the line. This portal transports us but does it connect us?
Let me plainly say what I want to foster on this blog. I'm a writer and I actually enjoy talking about writing. I like talking process. Critique is a gift not a foul. I enjoy it all: when you simply want to wave hello or high five or if you're like me, that odd duck who likes to ruminate about the many ways there are to paddle and where the best places are to swim. Let's get soaking wet and hang out.
Me, I'm going to be more discriminate about volume and focus more giving a writer more than 40 characters and a smile. Writing is work. It is our passion. I think it deserves more. That's my manifesto. I am a reformed comment whore.
Let's talk- for real.
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