Mostly, it feels like all the blogs and websites are just whooshing down some crazy information highway.
Some people know what they’re doing and have the race cars to get there, while others just roll along in their minivans, or on their environmentally friendly bikes, getting forward in their own time. It’s an awesome, collaborative trip, and most everybody does it for the wind in their hair and the joy of the ride. And if I think about it, having a blog about writing feels pretty much like riding an ostrich.
1. Holy crap, there are no reins on this thing!
2. No matter how well you think you’re doing, you still look like a complete idiot.
3. If you panic, you might end up strangling it.
4. You can’t get it done without ruffling some feathers.
5. Most of the time you just wonder what the @#%& you were thinking.
6. You learn some unexpected things about balance.
7. If you’re really lucky, you might even go places with it.
Blogging about writing fiction is both thrilling and downright scary, and feels very much like riding a crazy, big-ass bird.
Both of them require a sturdy sense of humor, a spirit of adventure, and a healthy serving of humility.