Alright, I’m just going to plunge in and get this over with.
Blogging is in no way like riding a bike. The conventional wisdom regarding bike-riding is that one never forgets how to do it, no matter how long one goes without riding. But one can most definitely forget how to blog.
I feel like, if the blogosphere were a gym, a pumped up blogger with 20,000 followers would be standing over me, sneering, and saying, “Do you even blog, Bro?”
And me, the skinny, pasty, feeble blogger struggling to lift up the bar that doesn’t even have any weights on it, would say defiantly, “I used to blog every day. Then I forgot how.”
The pumped up blogger, now with 5,000 more followers than he had when this conversation started, would just shake his (or her) head in disgust and walk away from me, leaving me to struggle with my weightless bar.
Because, let’s face it, when it comes to blogging, most of us are our own worst enemy. Every day, when the time we set aside to write comes around, it is so easy to talk ourselves out of writing. The excuses are endless.
- Nothing interesting happened to me today.
- I’m too tired to write.
- I can’t think of anything to write about.
- The one thing I did think to write about, I just wrote about a few weeks ago.
- No one actually reads my blog anyway, so no one will notice if I miss a day.
- I would write, but I really need to go fill up the car / pay bills / work on that thing for work / walk the dog / shampoo the carpet / change the air filters / re-grout the tile / etc etc.
- Any number of other excuses
My own nemesis is #1 with a side order of #3.
And then one day becomes two. Then three. Suddenly a week has gone by. Then two. Then a month. A year.
But as writers we have to avoid the temptation to not write. No matter what the excuse is, we must keep at it. Because, unlike riding a bike, you WILL forget how. Maybe not the mechanics … but the flame we have inside us that compels us to write will grow dimmer and dimmer until, one day, it just goes out.
So keep the flame alive with your own writing.
[Do I get a blogger award for mixing a bike-riding metaphor with a flame-going-out metaphor?]