With the spelling mistakes, grammatical errors and sometimes clunky inadequate prose why do I blog? After all there’s no editor offering improving conversations about developing style, no publisher volunteering critique with an eye on market trend, there’s no picture editor to crop the photos, there’s not even a draft process except for a quick check and a cursory edit: Then I Press Send.
If ever a colon needed to be irrigated it would be the one in that last sentence. So why blog: maybe I’m drunk on self promotion? Do I think bad writing worth more as a promoting tool than good writing’s worth in development? Am I undermining and under-developing my skills? Is the need to put out more prevalent than the need to be a good writer? Have I just said the same thing over three sentences? Is there a deeper simpler clearer greater reason lurking under the filmy surface of a tide of posts that lap onto your digital shores. For your sake and mine there is. But to find out we need to go into the forest: Into the tangle of metaphor
This might feel a bit surreal but no more than polishing a mirror when your face is in it, so here it is: “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” It’s a philosophical question that raises questions regarding observation and knowledge of reality and for me it strikes at the heart of what family is and why I blog.
Here is part two of this blog.