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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Thursday, January 10, 2008

    More On Blogging...

    Prevailing wisdom...well, if that translates to 'dumb shit idiots think up and spout as gospel', okay, I'll give you that, but...

    We all do it. Blogging, I mean. We write them, we read them, and they are as individual as snowflakes, well, some of them, others fall into categories. This is old, well-trammeled ground, and I shall not go into it. Like the first pioneers, and I was among them, broke ground, eventually the wheel marks became deep and rutted, so those that followed merely had to steer their wagons into the tracks, and head west. I have seen roads made of stone, cut deep with wagon tracks.

    And how many times have I heard others pontificate that 'nobody wants to read stories about your kids, or your day', and other crap along those lines.

    Fuck you, we write what we want. If nobody wants to read it, why do hundreds of them drop by on a daily basis here? And there. And everywhere.

    The point is, is that if you want to write poetry about your cats, write it the best you can, and readers will come. Or the dump you took that morning. Write 'blue', or don't. Just shake up the words in a leather cup, slam them out onto the bar, and you win, or you don't. So fucking what? It's just a blog, no matter who you are in the real world.

    I know perfectly well what kind of posts make the bell ring on my tip jar. I need the money. I could sit here all day and rip them out like you'd pull kleenex from the box...

    My soul would scream. My muse would become a crack whore, sucking strangers in an alley for pocket change.

    You don't have to reach into your heart, and tear it out, bleeding, for strangers, every time you sit at the keyboard. I love getting a good blowjob, but there comes a point, after you've spent, that the thought of one more lick of a warm soft tongue on the sensitive tip of you becomes agony, and you risk a bite frantically uncorking yourself from her head.

    Don't be brave. Don't be controversial. Be yourself. The honesty of that will shine like a beacon, and people will flock to you. Real people, readers, not folks who just want to use your comments as a chat-room.

    No, make your readers hand their hearts to you, and then do with it what thou wilt.

    And never forget, with great power blah blah blah great responsibility blah blah, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...

    And as usual, disregard any of this, and do whatever the fuck you want.