I’ve written a good many posts and added a “writing” tag to it, usually when I was happy with the result and wanted to see what other writers thought. I know that was playing fast-and-loose with the tagging system, and I tell you this because I want you to know that THIS post really is about writing.
I’ve read a lot of words that attempted to answer the question, “Who are we blogging for?” Do you blog for yourself or for your audience? Well, in my own case, I think I do a lot of both, and sometimes there’s a conflict.
A lot of my posts can be melancholic or downright sad — the one yesterday called Old Soul is a case in point. Do we write to entertain, or do we write because we feel something inside that needs to break free?
Many of my posts are intended strictly to entertain, so perhaps it comes as a shock when people seeking entertainment stumble across something serious, but that’s always been the nature of my blog, a hodgepodge of funny, weird, sad and serious. Do you think a blog is better served by a consistent theme?
But let’s talk about sadness.
Yes, I have things to be sad about — who doesn’t? But I think a lot of people believe that because I’m willing to be open about these things, it means that I’m perpetually wearing sackcloth and ashes. Not true!
I like cute and I like funny. I also like vanilla ice cream, but I don’t eat it a gallon at a time! I think there has to be balance between funny and sad, and if I was upset by the felling of a massive oak and came up with a way to tie it in with my 60th birthday, then that is not indicative of anything other than where my thoughts took me that day. It’s not that I’m unaware of my many blessings, it’s that I am willing to acknowledge my human frailty, and reflect with melancholy about getting older, and a step closer to the end of the line.
During the recent A-to-Z Challenge, I wrote a ton about my family and the love I have for them. I also wrote with sadness about loved ones who have passed from this world. And yes, I DID visit a cemetery once a week for a year and wrote about it on my alternate blog site, A Year in the Death of One Man, but that was a special project that is done and gone!
Do we write for ourselves or do we write for others? Do we bear responsibility for the possibility that our words might make someone else feel sad? Should we be concerned that being open about sadness makes people worry that we might suffer from depression? Honestly, if I didn’t write about these things from time to time, I probably WOULD be depressed, but once I write whatever it is I’m thinking, it’s done, gone, over.
I’m fine, people, really! Maybe I’m not as fully appreciative about being 60 as I should be, but really, the idea is starting to grow on me! And besides, what other choice do I have!