Post by account_disabled on Dec 10, 2023 5:40:59 GMT
Grab a pen and paper and write the best text you've ever written, right now. Andrea Girardi. I took up this challenge from Andrea when I read his post today dedicated to copywriters , to those who write for a living. I don't really consider myself a copywriter, but a blogger and web writer , so I decided to participate and write, as Andrea said, my best article. But it is not easy to write the best article, because it is certainly not me who can decide it, it is the public, it is those who read, those who are struck by my words who can judge my articles and establish which is the best.
And it's no longer a question of comments and shares, because those are only a small part of the approval or otherwise that readers have had. I also write for those who don't comment, for Phone Number Data those who don't share, for those who read and pass by and leave no trace. We are the blog where we write I have always thought that a blog is a part of ourselves, indeed it is us and this is how blogging should be understood. It is communication because we are the ones who communicate a part of ourselves to others, be it experience, passion, reflection, fears, gaps, criticism, outburst, it doesn't matter. The writer is giving something of himself to the reader. But it's not like writing a novel, which is perhaps more fiction, because writing for a blog means writing about ourselves in a more open and not subtle, veiled way like in a novel.
Writing for a blog becomes an extension of us on the internet, an extension that others can cling to for support and security, that they can see as an idea to share or even just as a place to have a chat. I'm interested in writing from this perspective. The rest, words like monetization, sale, economic return, are only marginal aspects of writing. This is not the soul of blogging. The soul of blogging I write to leave traces, not to receive them. I write because I like writing, it's true, but the greatest satisfaction is knowing that someone will find a solution in my posts, food for thought, an answer to a question, even comfort in a situation they are experiencing. This is the blog, after all. It's nothing else. It's a track. A set of traces, indeed, that we leave on the web, like many small open doors that welcome the navigator, even if he reads and goes. Traces that remain in the memory of the internet and ultimately make us immortal.
And it's no longer a question of comments and shares, because those are only a small part of the approval or otherwise that readers have had. I also write for those who don't comment, for Phone Number Data those who don't share, for those who read and pass by and leave no trace. We are the blog where we write I have always thought that a blog is a part of ourselves, indeed it is us and this is how blogging should be understood. It is communication because we are the ones who communicate a part of ourselves to others, be it experience, passion, reflection, fears, gaps, criticism, outburst, it doesn't matter. The writer is giving something of himself to the reader. But it's not like writing a novel, which is perhaps more fiction, because writing for a blog means writing about ourselves in a more open and not subtle, veiled way like in a novel.
Writing for a blog becomes an extension of us on the internet, an extension that others can cling to for support and security, that they can see as an idea to share or even just as a place to have a chat. I'm interested in writing from this perspective. The rest, words like monetization, sale, economic return, are only marginal aspects of writing. This is not the soul of blogging. The soul of blogging I write to leave traces, not to receive them. I write because I like writing, it's true, but the greatest satisfaction is knowing that someone will find a solution in my posts, food for thought, an answer to a question, even comfort in a situation they are experiencing. This is the blog, after all. It's nothing else. It's a track. A set of traces, indeed, that we leave on the web, like many small open doors that welcome the navigator, even if he reads and goes. Traces that remain in the memory of the internet and ultimately make us immortal.