Blogs Are Stupid

Doesn't anyone believe in Dear Diary anymore? What happened to the joy of putting actual pen to paper? And why does every ordinary Jane and John think they can write well enough to burden the world with their scribblings? It’s a mystery that badly needs solving. My first entry contains my thoughts about blogging and will set your expectations. The rest will probably be stream of consciousness garbage, much like you’ll find on any other blog. Perhaps we will both come away enlightened.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

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Due to copyright concerns. Thank you to all who read and commented.

11 Comments:

  • At 2:28 AM, Blogger Rebecca said…

    You have taken my breath away and made me cry with this piece. I am completely at a loss for words other than: KEEP WRITING! If this had been the beginning of a novel I would have been up past my bed time telling my husband, “Just one more chapter…” There is something profound about the way you relate the universal sorrows and fears of life. You have captured so many different emotions is just a few pages. Wonderful!

     
  • At 6:50 AM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    Rebecca, thank you so much for your kind words! I doubt you realize how much such feedback means to me. It gives me hope that maybe I can write a book after all. Thank you again for sharing your thoughts. I'm so glad you liked it.

     
  • At 6:53 AM, Anonymous Amy aka Kvetch said…

    B.A., I had so many emotions reading this - because I "know" you. I must admit that I cried starting with the description of Nanny in the coffin looking beautiful, and did not stop. Every question that entered my head was answered --- even when I wondered about you. Well what about B.A., why is she so afraid, what is her experience, are her parents alive? And the very next sentence said that your mother is very ill, for which I am so sorry. But I was relieved to know where you were coming from. This is literary - not fluff. It paints a gorgeous picture that has dimension and engages all the senses. My suggestion is that once you believe you are "finished" with the whole thing that you find someone to look at it with a critical editor's eye - and then, my dear, you submit it for publication or even better, for some type of literary prize. There are journals and sites that focus on Southern literature. I will be proud to say I knew you when you had a blog. ((HUGS))

     
  • At 7:42 AM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    Amy,

    As a fellow writer and an extremely talented one at that, I so value your opinion and your feedback. Thank you. You've made my day. :?)

     
  • At 9:00 AM, Blogger Ruth Dynamite said…

    Weep sob. I'm teary-eyed and really touched by your words. Please don't stop. I know the plagues writers battle - the overanalysis and self-critique, the doubts and such - and you just have to trust your voice. I love listening to your voice in this piece. Keep going.

     
  • At 2:14 PM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    Ruth,

    It's so nice to know that someone understands the struggles that a writer faces. The self-doubt can be crushing. Thank you for your understanding and your encouragement.

     
  • At 7:37 PM, Blogger Mrs. Chicky said…

    That was amazing. I have to admit that I had to skip over a few parts - memories of the wake and funeral of my mother are still too fresh in my mind - but what I read (most of it) was incredible. I have an uncle who will be very much like Jerry when my grandmother passes away. But your descriptions were so intensely perfect. I'm amazed that you didn't have a pen and paper with you that day.

    And never doubt your talent. You have a gift.

     
  • At 10:19 PM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    Mrs. Chicky,

    Thank You! I'm sorry it was painful to read, but I'm glad to know that it evoked strong emotions in you. My condolences for your loss. I know you must miss her so much.

     
  • At 9:11 PM, Blogger owlhaven said…

    I had grandparents like this... Lovely writing.

     
  • At 10:42 AM, Blogger Carolie said…

    Oh my. Your writing is simply wonderful. As a descendant of both city yankees and small town moutain folk, currently living in Japan, you brought me right home to the funeral chapel out highway 14, with the foyer filled with the smell of lilies, banana pudding and Aqua-Net.

    Thank you for some cathartic tears.

     
  • At 9:07 PM, Anonymous Antique Mommy said…

    So very good as I expected -- I felt like a fly on the wall. Off to read chapter 3!

     

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