an-audience-approach-but-not-an-audience-perspective

My brain, my brain (or psyche) is the audience. There are many *tones* or/and *narrative voices* one can take with their writing. Mine, is that of writing *to* (or perhaps *for*) an audience – but this isn’t what the objective is, and sometimes isn’t even a reality. Writing, in my life, has had its ups and downs, for sure. At times I’ve written for NO ONE (like when a blog is fresh), at times I’ve written for several hundred people (if all the subscribers were regular readers(?), I had no statistics built into Tumblr, so I don’t know), and when I was a “pro” blogger, there were hundreds of thousands of readers (who loved calling me a pretentious jerk in the comments on a daily basis). But, regardless of “who” I am writing to, it remains the same (since 2014) – I am writing to myself. The audience, their reactions or/and interpretations to my words, it’s all imaginary. It’s important to recognize that.nnYet, this is an important illusion to maintain, because it is what keeps me going a lot of the time. Having a place where I need to “check in”, or “write it out loud”, or “document” what has happened, or what is happening – it’s a part of my life for years now, and it likely always will be.nnIt helps me discover *who* I am, what I am made of, work through old traumas, figure out where I am going, and (like the motto of this blog has always been) **”write about things that I like, to help me understand why I like them”** (a quote from an Art Historian from the Institute of Advanced Study (whose name escapes me at the moment)).nnSurprisingly, when I think back to where I was as a writer in 2006 (when the first blog was fired up), I couldn’t figure out a way, or the *proper* way, to get the words and thoughts in my head onto the screen in a legible format. I *knew* many thoughts, and some form of narrative was there, but I didn’t have the “skill” or “experience” to transform those thoughts into the written word. It’s definitely a learned thing, writing is – but, in hindsight, it must have been some deep aspiration that made me pursue the hobby, lifestyle, whatever. I *knew* I COULD and WOULD get good at it (that is, having a constant flow of writing, and having more translucent (is the right word?) way of corresponding the ideas and beliefs), but whether or not one is a “good” writer, one thing is unequivocal – practice manifests skills, practicing *those* skills brings experience, and experience with *anything* (in this case writing) simply deepens the resolve one (**I**) have with the craft.nn#writingnn

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