Writing a blog is totally different than any other writing I’ve done – of course, apart from Odyssey Online.
Odyssey Online was a good experience while it lasted but it was short-lived as I got over it fast. I think I joined September or August 2017 and did it until March ’18. What I didn’t like about it at all was the fact that I HAD to write for an audience. For those of you who don’t know Odyssey Online is basically those articles you see on Facebook: “A Letter To My Childhood Best Friend”, “10 Ways To Get Over An Ex”, “5 Reasons You Know You’re In Love”, ETC. It’s all about writing click-baity lists/rants/opinions, whatever you want to call them, just to get the most views. I can’t stand that because of its lack of authenticity. Personally what I crave is authenticity. What their ACTUAL thoughts are, not just writing view-worthy materials that will make people click, click, click. So yes, this did help plant a seedling in my head that I wanted to write my own blog. I wanted a channel where I could spill my thoughts and opinions and talk about everything that’s important… TO ME. It’s a great way to connect with people with similar ideas, or differing ideas, and hear different viewpoints.
So… I guess you could say that it’s a good thing I did it, since it taught me what I didn’t want to do. I never want to feel like I’m writing for someone else’s eyes. Writing is so personal. I write for myself and take pleasure in people reading me. But I won’t allow myself to feel like I’m doing it for someone else, when this is what I love and it is for me as this is my passion. I’m not going to write so I can be categorized with click-baity, viewership, tangled with validation provided how many “shares” you get. I write because I have to. There’s no other feeling to describe it. It doesn’t matter if it’s totally private or being viewed. Writing, reading, connecting. The ability to feel in someone else’s shoes. I write because I have to.
Let’s take a good quote (also my senior quote from my high school year book)
from Isaac Asimov:
“I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I would die.”