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September 5th Prompt: Is blogging a true writing/art form? Why do you blog? Red light flashing 'indignation.' I just might be sputtering nonsensical words. My hands are trembling and it's difficult to type. As if! As if! Yes, I repeated myself. Is blogging a true writing/art form? Who claims it isn't? Why is this a topic question? Of course and without a niggling doubt blogging is real, authentic writing. Although it seems inconceivable to me I suppose there are some, a minority some, who believe blogging to be unworthy. Here, I'll repeat myself. As if! As if! Like all forms of writing, blogging utilizes a sequence of words to convey a message, a point of view, an anecdote, a short story, a few lines of verse, and sometimes an argument. The words are not random. They are not thrown willy-nilly to collapse where they may. Blogging words are composed. They are corralled. They are herded. Why do I blog? Simple answer, because I can and I like it. I like challenging myself to address a random topic with what I hope others perceive as a creative flair. There is no right or wrong blog. Each one is personal. Each one is unique. Each one represents ideas, thoughts and perceptions. I believe blogging to be quick, impulsive, write-by-the-seat-of-your-pants writing here. Usually on this WDC site blog prompts are presented with a twenty-four hour deadline. Think of it as a dare, a challenge. What can you compose in a set time? What can you pull out of thin air? Is a story stuffed in the unvisited, oft ignored cellar of your brain? Does it crave a bit of light and recognition? Has a memory resurfaced to clamor for an official rendering? Commit me to paper. Share me. Sharing. I like that about blogging. My humble bit of writing is offered to other like-minded, creative sorts to accept or dismiss. Either one depends upon recognition. Comments are always welcome and encouraged. I enjoy reading blogs and I am continually amazed at the various viewpoints. We all play with words, but we manipulate them in our own voices.( 354 words ) |