oh, no-voices carry
he said shut up he said shut up
oh God can't you keep it down
voices carry
I wish he would let me talk
Crystal left an interesting comment about my Black River Basin post that relates closely to a discussion I had during my blogger meetup in DC about how I write. She talks about scratching her head, wondering exactly what it is that just happened.
Actually, that’s pretty much exactly what I’ve been aiming for over the past couple of months.
In DC, I admitted that I have in essence ceded ownership of this site to whomever it is that visits. Whenever you visit a blog where the author writes something along the lines of ‘this is MY site, and I’ll write whatever I damn well please, if you don’t like it, you can just move along,’ you can consider me the exact opposite. I pander shamelessly. I study comments. I send thank you notes to trolls for visiting. I store site statistics in an Excel spreadsheet, for god’s sake.
This is for the most part a story blog. I try to write about general ideas in the context of some real event, and while I definitely try to make sure each post has a point, a moral, a purpose, I don’t feel like it’s in the visitor’s best interest to preach that message directly. So I leave holes that I hope the reader will fill in with her own memories. Sometimes the empty spaces are huge, gaping, overwhelming chasms. Sometimes, there are just a few details missing. But it’s almost always incomplete. And it’s usually not nearly as pretentious as I’m coming across now.
This site is about you. When I write about love and abuse, I hope it will bring up these memories from YOUR OWN lives. When I talk about diddling, I really want you to remember an experience where YOU diddled. When I talk about boobies, well, actually, I’m hoping you will send me photos of YOUR boobies.
Most of all, I want to be able to relate to other people rather than overwhelm them with specifics about my life. In person, I’m much more interested in asking questions than talking about 'me,' as most doerks are, and that’s difficult to do in this format. So while I write about myself, I secretly hope in the end that you, the reader, will say to yourself, “That reminds me of a time in my own life when…”
And, of course, I also secretly hope for more photos of boobies. That is why I write.
Some random links:
- http://rails.yanime.org/rssfwd/ : A great way to have your haloscan comments sent to your email inbox.
- http://www.emotioneric.com/ : I like ‘Eric as a Chick Magnet.'
- http://chris-couch.blogspot.com/ : The blog I read that almost no one else in the whole world does.
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