Blogs are for anoraks who couldn't get published any other way.
A blog is neither a diary nor a journal. Many people think of blogging in relation to those two things, confessional or practical. It is neither but includes elements of both.
In a faraway land called 'pre-2000,' what Earthlings now call blogging was called 'keeping a diary.' It's hard work to do well. I tried doing it in the early 1990s but had to stop because I no longer had a life - instead I had this thing that generated anecdotes to go into my diary. The diary took over and I had to stop.
Twitter was like a poem. It was rich, real and spontaneous. It really fit my style. In a year and a half, I tweeted 60,000 tweets, over 100,000 words. I spent a minimum eight hours a day on it, sometimes 24 hours.
Everyone's drunk on the term 'blog.'
I've been blogging since February of 2001. When I started blogging, it was a dinosaur blog. It was me and a handful of tyrannosaurs. We'd be writing blog entries like, 'The tyrannosaurus is getting grumpy.'
On the Internet, everyone is writing. There is a great flowering of writing.
As my blog editor knows all too well, I wasn't all that keen to enter the blogosphere world.
Oh, you know what bloggers are like, they write and write and write. I don't know why, because they're not being paid.
The first inkling my husband had that I was thinking about suicide was when he checked my blog.
Twitter seems like a busman's holiday: just more writing. I have no plans to do it. I'll just stick with my 24/7 webcam. I'm old-fashioned that way.
Bloggers intent on self-expression which renders no service to readers don't get read.
I think the word 'blog' is an ugly word. I just don't know why people can't use the word 'journal.'
The trouble with writing for the web is that writing is about getting people to forget they're reading. Anything that reminds them they are reading, or which annoys or distracts them, bounces them out of the world. And the web, it seems to me, is all bounce. A very, very difficult medium to write for.
Your worst enemy as a writer - especially one working online a lot of the time - is obscurity.
Well, there are more writers of blogs right now than there are readers, so that's clearly a vanity phenomenon.
I started blogging as a hobby, not really thinking anyone would read my site, just my friends.
Nowadays, everyone seems to have a blog that finds readers.
You may not be a fan of Twitter-fiction. That's okay. There are novels out there for you - big ones.
We all know about blogs and how big they are.
Excessive speed and quantity are, like chattiness and digression, besetting sins of cyber-assisted authorship.
I read more bloggers now than mainstream columnists, because they've got more interesting things to say.
Because of social media, we have a lot of personal essays floating around; you see them on Facebook: everyone's either reading them or writing them. Some of them are great; some of them are diary entries put forth as essays.
The only way I know how to write is socially and getting immediate feedback on my phone.
Blogging, I love you no matter how out of fashion you are.
