Chris Brogan writes Want to Know the Real Reason Why You Write on his copyblogger blog. He’s one of the best, and one of the best known, bloggers. He has hundreds of thousands of subscribers.
I got to thinking about it when a commenter on a previous post said that most people would love to write because there’s some kind of natural pull towards writing. I was also intrigued when I saw that established and well known bloggers Holly Hoffman and Jamie Harrop both started up brand new blogs last week, with subjects close to their hearts.
“Why?” He asks. Because what they were doing, the blogs they’d built, helped them discover their real voices. But they weren’t their real voices.
That’s a lot of what blogging could be about. Chris continues…
Think about it for a moment. What are you speaking with before you find your voice? What are you saying and what message are you delivering? And just who are you being before you find your voice?
Before that happens your writing will be more constructed, abstracted, intellectualized. It’ll probably feel more of a struggle to get the words onto the page for the simple reason that you’re missing something fundamental.
Both Holly and Jamie mentioned this very thing when explaining their need to start a new blog – that they needed to write about what they really wanted to write about, and to get a better fit by moving away from the constraints of their previous blog.
My main blogging is about business. I work to build traffic. This blog is for us. I wish we used it more.
This is just the first of many. Picture by Noah. Walking down from their house to the bakery on a sunny afternoon.
Dad and Liz took a river trip out of Portland, then came down to Eugene with me to spend the weekend. This was carving pumpkins on the patio.
This was taken Oct. 3, 2008, one day after his 89th birthday. Standing outside the vineyard on a sunny Saturday morning. I had a great visit that weekend, dinner with Dad and Liz and Megan Friday night in a really good Indian restaurant, Mantra, then a nice Saturday afternoon with Megan too.
Rain, rain, rain. A beautiful view from the 53rd floor. The first day was just cloudy, the second day rained all day, and we had work to do at the ASBDC. I was told that Leo especially loved the Science and Art museum, which was full of trains.
Then I went home and they went to Maine.
Strange weather for Chicago in the first week of September.
It was dark. Sometime in 1994 or early 1995. Probably Spring of 1995, come to think of it, an April trip, we stayed at Sunriver, it was cold. Too cold to do much. But that’s not the point.
We drove through Bend, business 97, at night, in surprisingly heavy traffic (for Bend). Cristin and Megan were in the back seat. We played Eric Clapton’s “tears in heaven” from a CD.
After the song finished, in the moment of silence that followed, we heard very quiet sobbing in the back seat. It was Megan.
“Megan! What’s Wrong? What happened?
“I miss Paul,” she said. She was about as old as she looks in this picture.
You can click the audio icon here to play that song …
Commented pictures … 1967 (or 68) vs. 1997, same place. (this one is 88 MB, so I’m looking to change technology before I do any more of these …