The last two posts I put out, I really had to pause before I hit that “publish” button.
Of course, I always knew I was going to send them but even so, you do wonder sometimes if you should, and you ask yourself: why the hell am I doing this anyway?
Both of the posts cut really close to the bone.
In one, I exposed my failings as a parent too prone to getting angry with my kids, my daughter mainly, and, no more rationalisations, I had to stop doing it.
The other was about the bullying experience our son had endured in school.
The responses to both were so reassuring and kind, but they also got me pondering the obvious questions: who am I “writing” to, and why.
Why do I get so much out of the whole process, the writing and then the responding to the comments at the bottom of the page?
And with engaging with my favourite bloggers in exactly the same way?
As a kid I was a huge fan of the original Star Trek series. Maybe I should write a post about it, I loved it so much. Another time, maybe.
But why I thought of Star Trek is I remember when Jim, Spock, and the others would meet “superior” beings on other planets, they would often communicate with each other via telepathy … you know, thought transference.
I found the notion of this elevated communication thing fascinating.
Like putting out the best of what was in your brain out to others in the most efficient, and refined way possible. And getting it right back at you in the same way.
Like edited highlights.
No stumbling, stuttering, mumbling or sentences half-completed.
Like we do in real life.
And that’s how I feel about published writing, and personal blogs. Like mine.
I think of my blog posts as a form of elevated communication. The best of me beamed across to you, the reader, and bringing out the best in you.
And then reading the best of you, my fellow bloggers.
An elevated communication.
No stumbling, stuttering, or mumbling.
And if you do respond negatively, I can always ignore you — or get out my phaser and set it to “stun”.
Most of you know nothing else about me, except what you read here.
You just get my distilled, edited highlights package beamed directly to you.
No stumbling, stuttering … you get the message!
I remember many years ago one of Ireland’s finest ever newspaper journalists, the late John Healy, talking about how often people who would read the brilliantly sculpted prose of his wonderfully acerbic political commentaries would be disappointed that he didn’t talk like that in real life.
A shy man publicly, he stumbled, and he stuttered, and he mumbled.
Like the rest of us.
His writing was him communicating at his most elevated level, putting out finely crafted pieces written, re-written, and edited down to the highlights. And meeting strict deadlines.
What you might call his writing persona. A persona, yes, but a persona created by himself. The best of himself, maybe. Or at least the clearest representation of what he aspired to be. Or communicate.
I am also thinking of that person often undervalued in movies: the screenwriter.
The wordsmith who has honed and polished his wonderful words into gems of pithy eloquence, every syllable and accentuation serving a purpose, and then some jumped up “ac-tore” shows up late, glances through those gems, walks his chewing-gum into the rehearsals floor, and whines: ”I can’t say this shit, let’s change these stoopid words …”
Tread softly for you tread on the sensitive writer’s dreams … as well as your Wrigley’s Doublemint.
I just love that whole business of being so excited when a phrase or idea pops into my head as I write, and seeing if it works.
If it does, great, it stays there for posterity, or at least a while; if it doesn’t I can work on it. Remove it. Or elevate it.
And then, reading and communicating with my favourite bloggers: what a joy!
I don’t know any of these people, nor do I really want to. For in my head I have very definite constructions of the personas of people like Clive, Kelly, Heather, Liberty, Tracey, Dr Sharon, John Adams, Mary, Thom, Colm O’C, Poppins, Quinn, Fiona, Evie, and the others.
Maybe these personas are partly truth and partly fiction, and where one begins and the other ends, nobody knows, maybe not even themselves.
And the same goes for myself.
I just love reading their stuff, and I treasure it when they respond to my own posts.
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