There are WP posters out there standing head-and-shoulders above me. They are not bloggers as I view bloggers in the “traditional” sense. These are creative writers. Each usually has a specialty. As a rule, they are talented far beyond a single genre, eclectic.
Let me back-up.
I see a “traditional” blogger1 as a stream of consciousness writer, or a “this morning for breakfast I had,” or a “for the best performance in diesel-powered toasters I recommend” kind of writer. There are variations: crafters, recipe mavens – specialized or not, and those who just want to hawk their wares. We can’t forget “My little kitties,” “My dear Schnauzer,” “This is how I farm,” “Let’s learn to combat Spazio Autokinesis2 together!” and “This is our social challenge!” bloggers. These folks in their realms are top-notch.
It remains that the bloggers I value especially are those in the mix who are creative writers. That’s not a value judgement. That’s because I fancy myself one of those creative types. That’s where my interest lies. Other (non-creative) bloggers are most interesting, deliver amazing insight or important information, and I visit frequently and “follow” a good number of them.
But it’s those talented creative writers who turn my crank.3 Be they poets, flash fictioners, essayists, short story specialists, or ranters; penning sci-fi, slice-of-life, horror, humor, romance,4 crime noir, westerns, satire, or fantasy. It probably is the spark of genius. That thing that both evokes a bit of envy and inspires my efforts.
Not discounting the documentalists and political axe-grinders. The good documentalists and axe-grinders. The ones who could write of a day in the life of Grog Stonechip in the year 8000 BCE5 or the advisability of underwriting research into the sex life of dinosaurs and make it authoritative, interesting, complete, and on a good day, even humorous. And there are some good’ns out there.
So here you go bloggers I follow and bloggers I stumble across and comment upon, no matter what your blog’s agenda:
Thank you for making life interesting, inspiring, challenging, and yes on occasion intimidating.
That, now, with a couple of bucks will get you a cup of coffee.
1 “Blog” being an abbreviation of “web log” in that pseudo-clever “around your shoulder to get to your thumb” way we smash, bend, stretch, and corrupt words to new meanings to suit our purposes and sense of neo-technic. The original meaning suggests (ahem) a log, journal, diary, or some other blow-by-blow, generally close to truth, albeit biased, not fiction. That blogs are now showcases for artistic endeavors of uncountable variety and many of those fictional is akin to a path worn into the grass in a city park. Park designers lay out paths and place stone, coarse mulch, or concrete where it is expected foot traffic will be necessary. Always, always, always, people being people, they will not use designed paths but rather, even when inconvenient, wear ruts into grass or flower beds instead. The clever park landscaper will revisit and re-lay footpaths. I’ve seen where this is to no avail, people seeing new intended footpaths will not use them, but travel new grass and flower beds that have replaced original footpaths. So. Which footpath is “correct”? It is, I think a matter of utility. There is no “correct” with blogs. There are only different types.
2 Hyperbole. A made-up stand-in for any number of real afflictions and worthy efforts to solve problems they present.
3 An expression loosely for “turns you on” but without any overt or subliminal erotic connotations. Floats your boat. Gets gravel for your duck. Puts wind in your sails. Naturally, any of these expressions can be used to insinuate something off-color and every trade, profession, and ethnicity has its own collection of such to say “whatever!”
4 Romance is a stretch for me. Fantasy, horror, and the grotesque somewhat too. Top-flight writers in these genres can suck me in and make me forget I “don’t like” a particular vehicle. Except for Romance. One can only take so many trembling loins.
5 Before Common Era. What used to be BC of the BC/AD combo. What would Johnny Hart make of that?