I've returned to the realm of online journaling, most commonly referred to as blogging. I'm quite impressed and regretfully envious of the quality posts some bloggers make. I feel as though my stream of consciousness entries are hardly worth the time I spend making them.
They are, however. They must be. I see great value in the posts of others. Somehow the value in my posts has gone with little notice. Perhaps the value of my private is just that, private. Deep, passionate emotions tend to leave people feeling moved.
So then to what gain do I post? For the sole purpose of writing? To explore the contents of my consciousness? Dare I promote my blog for the sake of receiving feedback?
I do feel as though feedback is essential, and seeing how much feedback other bloggers receive has left me feeling inadequate. I've adjusted, accepted the place of my blog and am prepared to continue working on this project, the scope of which is yet scarcely fathomable.
Lets say, for arguments sake, the point of a blog is to earn. I see my challenge, then, as relating through this blog in such a way as to create value, by developing a discourse around my pass-times. Right now I feel as though I am sublimating frustrations. Where is the value in that?
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