This afternoon I spent some time visiting blogs, rather than doing the things that need to be done around the house. There are such remarkable people on my blogroll it is always a pleasure to catch up on what they have written. Often, as I have said before, I go from their blogs to new blogs, often finding jewels along the way.
Sometimes I find trends that disturb me, one such trend in the past was obligation, sometime I have previously commented on. Today trend was comments, meant for those who visit as lurkers but never comment. It is a good thing to comment on others work, to let them know you’ve been by to visit and what you’ve found. The whole thing started me thinking, however, and I wondered who it is I am and why I started blogging in the first place. Am I a blogger, looking for community and friendships? Yes I have made some great friends along the way and I do love speaking with them. I appreciate their input on the things I write and with them by my side I have grown. My other blog site is total community and I’ve found it does affect the things I post. There I am a blogger, but here, am I a blogger or dare I call myself a writer? There are those who would scoff at the second part and no doubt I am my biggest critic. Perhaps I am both. This is my home where I test my wings and try my hand. I let my words flow freely from me, at least as free as I can so far, and wait to see what comes next. It seems as they grow I find myself pulled into a world all my own where I walk the story that I weave. I hope to have the courage to weave those words on paper soon, rather than just in the mind. I hope to get through 24 hours without hitting the delete button, my personal curse.
What does all this have to do with comments? Looking back I have no idea. Perhaps it’s the idea that I am being told what I have to do, that I must write because I am obligated to those who read my blog, or I must comment because I’m supposed to. Understanding the value comments have had for me, I will try harder to reciprocate. I still have no idea what one has to do with the other. I guess I have more work to do in the world of writing.