I have had a few people write insults or pronounce my writing as “awful” or “trite” or “self-indulgent,” which quite probably, is true. I really hate my own writing. I find it very surprising when people do like it and respond to it. I am not sure whether they are responding to the topics itself and just glossing over how bad my writing is or if they really like it. I am not sure. It is hard to read minds over the Internet, my crystal ball doesn’t have a USB port.
Whenever I chance upon a really terrible blog, I try to focus on the positive in my comments because I know how hard it is to write anything at all. I also know what kind of emotional effect criticism can be regardless of how well meaning you are. Besides, most bloggers don’t even pretend to be literary; they are just blogging, or posting. They are not writing literature. For me to come and say, “hey, you need to re-write this paragraph” or “this is boring” would be just plain arrogant of me.
So, when I say the comments in my blog are of the “you’re wonderful” or “I love your writing” variety, I have to take it with a bushel of salt because I am not sure if they are just being nice.
So what does this mean? Do I want to invite real constructive criticism? Yes and no. I would like to learn to write better, but at the same time I don’t know if I can deal with it.
In terms of the blog itself, I am very happy with it. I have a sense of accomplishment of having my writing out there. I feel that I have learnt a lot in the course of this blog.
I wish that I have more time to read other people’s blogs. I wish I had the time to create friendships beyond the surface level, but that’s the irony of blogs: we expose ourselves, make ourselves vulnerable only because we are relatively anonymous and ultimately retain control.
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