I’ve threatened to quit blogging for years. It’s not because I hate writing. It’s not because I don’t like to work. I’m not lazy. I love to write. I’m quitting because blogging is not writing. It’s something much different.
Sure, bloggers write, but they write for different reasons than I write.
When I first discovered blogging about ten years ago, it was on the heels of writing my first book, A Train Called Forgiveness. All the well-meaning-but-bullshit advice suggested that I start a blog in an attempt to gain followers to sell my self-published book about my harrowing experience as a child victim of an abusive religious cult. Whew!
Simple. Right?
But the blogging experts then told me I had to pick a single theme and gain a niche audience. What? They want me to start my own cult? How the hell does one go about gaining an audience for a book about a cult experience? I had no desire to write about other cults, or to continually rehash my own story in blog format. So I decided to write about leadership instead. (Because the first blogs I discovered were about leadership.)
But I’m not a leader. I’m not a follower either, even if I did get waylaid trying to be a blogger for ten years. I’m a writer.
