Not to sound like a douche or anything ... but I like to think, as a writer, that I know what I've got.
I consider myself a writer first, a "blogger" dead last ... I'm not "sharing", I'm expressing ... in fact, I'm not a writer at all ...
I compose things: build sentences. Craft paragraphs ...
I'm a Writer.
As a "blogger", I'm just dead in the water. Sunk in a sea of voiceless fish ... all glub-glubbing their lists, and their how-to primers ... their Do and Don't treatises ... nasty "reviews", insipid, rude rumors, provocation-less thoughts and, generally, woefully unfunny "humor" ...
As a writer, I've become inured ... learned to repel, to tune most of it out;
as a blogger, to thrive, stay afloat and alive in the dead sea of overwrought, voiceless fish ... you are compelled, to take it all in.
As a Writer ... I remain repellent.
