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The Beauty Of Budding BloggersMy lovely friend Mary DeMuth (whose book “Pioneer Parenting” we had a great time discussing here on fallible) is hosting the current Carnival of Beauty. Our topic is “The Beauty of Blogging.” I couldn’t resist adding adding my two dollars worth. Okay, you caught me. Two cents worth. Yeah, we’re still cutting back! :) Blogging doesn’t sound very beautiful on the surface, does it? It’s kind of like when I told my mother years ago that we’d enrolled my kids in Maranatha Academy. “Mara-WHAT?” she asked. “How am I going to live THIS down?” She had a point. Some words are probably best left unsaid, if only because they sound so, well...you know. So about the time my third kid was beginning his illustrious high school career at Maranatha (which as some of you will know is Greek for “Come, Lord Jesus!"--an action we implored Him to take before we plunked down that high tuition), I became a blogger. This was nearly six years ago, before the word blogger was common among men, before the giants among bloggers began to roam the earth, back when you could still build a decent readership if only because there were so few of us around. “You’re a WHAT?” my mother asked. “I can’t believe it. How will I explain this to my friends?” She worked it out. She called me a “blobber,” and no one who knew me very well argued with her. But who knew that a budding blobber, a middle-aged chick seeking an outlet for a bunch of stuff she still wanted to say, would be caught up among some of the most beautiful women (and men, of course...) in the known cybersphere? Honestly, blogging started (for me) as a way to relieve my poor husband from a small measure of his listening duties. He is a dedicated man, but everyone’s read those scary stats about how many words a woman has to put out there every 24 hours. Let’s just say I’m not your average woman, either. Something had to give or the man wouldn’t have been able to bear up under the strain. The beauty of blogging is that it gives us a place to bloom. If we’re writers, or aspiring writers, we try our hands at techniques, testing them on patient readers who challenge us to think it through a bit more deeply, convey it with more finesse. If we’re readers, we marvel at the growth, change, and life experience that our favorite bloggers gain over the weeks and months. To me, the most beautiful thing about blogging is the free exchange of comments. Commenters build community. And while I didn’t begin blogging imagining that I’d make a whole bunch of new friends, that is exactly what’s happened. I’m still a budding blogger. And a budding author. I don’t think I’d have even begun to attempt writing a novel without all the encouragement I’ve received through blogging. It’s a beautiful thing. Almost as beautiful as Maranatha.
Posted by Katy McKenna on 07/25 at 07:57 AM
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