I’m reminded of the words I first put under its banner two years and nearly 150 posts ago.
Slow: writer at play.
I'm amused - and heartened I guess, to find a similar banner line here on Our Salon.
To blog or not to... that is my question here.
Blogging -- slogging through -- has been something of an accidental occupation for me, and still is a "wild turtle crossing."
Have you ever actually seen a turtle crossing the road? It’s no accident. Turtles, we’re told, know where they are going.
Traveling against all odds of shell-smashing disaster, oblivious to speeding tires, they are homing. Returning to the pond, following the path of least resistance to their source. Food. Water. Sunlight. By design eons old, carrying their architecture on their backs, turtles are hardwired to retrace the footpath of their ancestry. Back to their origin. To mate. To reproduce. To live.
Writers in the blogosphere now travel in unfathomable numbers. We are told -but who’s counting - that there are an estimated 450 million active English language blog sites today. How many blogs are there really? How many are long abandoned empty shells? The numbers vary wildly according to marketing sources, no doubt in favor of Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Google, Pinterest and so forth and so on and on.
The thing about social media is that you dare not stop, lest you lose
your face on Facebook
your feed on Twitter
your interest on Pinterest
your links on LinkedIn
your circle of readers on Blogger, Word Press, Open Salon
No matter how tight or small, that circle closes the moment you stop
your fidgeting at the keyboard,
your writing, no matter how trivial or profound,
It all comes down to getting down to it every day. Write.
Hit “publish” or perish.
And so . . here we are. Here we go. Such mind-boggling traffic. So many speeding tires. So many turtles. Why follow? And where to?
If you are a writer, an artist, a musician, a dancer, a dreamer, a builder of a body of work you call your own, then you already know. Call it the persistence of the reptilian creative mind (I breathe, therefore I write.) Or call it an act of faith. Turtles all. Crossing the road.
Do you believe it?
I can't verify the stats below (nor their date of entry), but I find them of relative interest: their source?jeffbullas.com
Photos: Yertle the Turtle and Other Stories by Dr. Seuss,
Random House, 1950