Who do you write for?
Sometimes I wonder why I blog. Who am I writing for? An audience? Myself? Writing has been something I have been doing since I was 4 or 5 years old. I love to make up stories. I have a copy of my first “book” I wrote when I was 6. I love, love, LOVE to write!
As time goes on, I have less and less to say about my life here. Big D is going to college. Our lives, after a horrendous and stressful senior year, have gone back to normal. But I think our normal is boring for people to read about. Sometimes I sit and think about blog posts I’d like to write – tell a funny story, talk about D – but who really finds that interesting?? I know I love to read about other people’s lives, no matter what they decide to write about, but for me, I just don’t think what I have to say would be beneficial to anyone. So I write short stories and other bits of fiction and I love doing that, but I really don’t think that’s what people stop here to read about. Drama or comedy is what attracts people. We have a (mostly) drama-free life (and we like it that way), and even though there is a lot we laugh about and we think we are quite funny, I don’t think it translates well to a blog.
I’ve never been the type of blogger who gets tons of comments. When I stop here to check my stats, there are days when 50-100 people are reading, and then there are days where there are 4 people or even no people are reading. If I see the little orange comment box light up, my heart jumps! Yay! Someone left a comment!! But most of the time it’s just someone else commenting on a comment I made on their blog. (Which is totally cool, and I love it when people do that!) Am I blogging just for comments or the stats? I don’t think so, or at least I hope not.
Most of the people who read here are lesbians with young – sometimes very young- children. They are just starting out with their new families. Most of the blogs I read are also of that variety. I feel like an old maid in comparison, even though I am the same age as most of them. I don’t have a baby or a 2 or 3 year old. I have a 17 1/2 year old. So what do we have in common? What is the reason people read me?
So am I writing for you or for me? I think the answer is both. Who doesn’t feel good with a jump in comments and/or stats? This is a great place to practice my fiction, take part in our little writing challenges, and have fun making stories up, even if no one reads or comments. Does the fact that no one reads my story make it any less great or powerful for me? It shouldn’t, and I have to stop letting it.
So tell me, who do you write for?