Blogging is hard sometimes. You invest a lot of yourself into the words you put up on the screen. You release those words into the wild, hoping they’ll come back to you with the new friends they’ve made – comments from other readers. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don’t. Some words seem to make more friends than others.
It’s a lot like being a parent, I guess.
Except, you invest more of yourself into some of those words than into others. As a parent, it’s kind of not cool to favor one child over another – at least that’s my philosophy; though I don’t have experience to back it up since B.T. is as-yet an only child. But as an author, you can totally afford to play favorites among your wordlings. Some of those wordlings come straight from the head. Some come straight from the heart. You want them all to be wonderfully successful. But you want the ones from the heart, most especially, to be the most successful of all.
Of course, you try to stay realistic about which words are most likely to succeed. But that doesn’t mean you still don’t have a lot of hope for the little blog post that could.
Man. I’m really digging a hole with this extended metaphor thing. Maybe beating around the bush a little, too.
The thing is, I don’t always know when what I blog is going to be a popular post. I don’t know who’s going to comment on what. I hope every blog post is great. But at the end of the day, it’s like throwing darts at a board and hoping something sticks. (I mean that literally. Half the time when I throw darts at a board the darts bounce off.) Continue reading