Celebrity Big Blogging!

By Julian Sudre


Being a writer evidently bears the brunt of critics; sometimes the latter are positively constructive or challenging but others can be as vacuous and insipid as junk mail shoved down your trash.
But don't writers accept with a degage attitude the dispiteful comments lobbed at them and surmise hypothesises why their pieces would inflame people's mind?

Publishing an article is like throwing a stone in a pond and ripples would come ruffling the thin layer of water. We are not tentatively meaning to get a reaction, although it has a certain flattery in itself to be aware of the fact that we have a readership. That, is ether to writers.

Writing pertains to art of expression; we toss and spin words out, and neatly we select old terms to bring them back to life on the page; a constant reminder that we are the guards that inject life into obscure words. The dancing of our wording becomes in the eye of the beholder.

But writers are not there to flaunt their prose allright; because the interpretation of actual prose indisputably varies according to the individual who is expounding it. Therefore, in my own eyes, prose is no more.
Nevertheless, when it comes to blogging, the average blogger would shoot from the hip by sourcing their inner-self and spurting it out on to a webpage.
Blogging enhances the flux of ideology through the writer without constraining his own freedom of expression . No editor is to be putting a spanner in their works, hence the blogging goes on and eventually will encounter the angry voices of would-be editors who will be more than happy to make a hatchet job of our work.
This is where Celebrity Big Blogging comes in; we become stalked and watched over in our blogging world and the comment of one sparks off the reaction of another. The acorn becomes an oak among people who seem to be barking up the wrong oak tree!

Now if the reader does not sit well with the way I spin my narrative, why as a result would he become a staunch reader of my blog? Perhaps because curiosity has been engendered by the unusual, if yet eccentric patterns of my word-weaving awoke his inner emotions to reveal his true self; his naked intelligence. That is, a sense of jealousy for not being in my shoes.

Objecting my style is rejecting his own existential acceptance to being not as capable as me; otherwise there would be no objection but instead a wittier, more demanding explanation of how I had reached a level of single-handed individuality.

Today, If I get some impetuous comments on my columns, it would only be because I have gained the status of Celebrity Big Blogging!