I write the type of blog I’d want to read: relatable, jestful, but still informative. I like to read blogs that inspire me, are well-designed and always pleasing to look at. Oh, and filled with pictures. Lots of pictures. Basically, I’m Gaston.
I read a lot of articles on growing your blog, just for fun. Besides an active social media presence, visual design is one of the most prominent points that come up when you’re trying to widen your audience. Photos play a large role in getting your posts seen. Stay on top of those Pinterest-worthy images with handbrushed fonts and VSCO filters to set the mood!
This isn’t a bad thing. Sometimes words aren’t enough, and writing is hard. I’m sure some of you have struggled with trying to craft vivid imagery through words alone. It doesn’t come so easily to everyone, and it takes a lot of practice to be good at it. I know; I’ve written many pieces. They don’t call them shitty first drafts for nothing. Good prose comes with drafting, redrafting, and cutting down that one paragraph that was so good but disrupts the flow of the narrative. It can take months to complete a viable chapter. Blogging doesn’t have that kind of time.
It doesn’t help that the internet has significantly shrunk the average viewer’s attention span. I won’t deconstruct the why’s of this phenomenon, but it simply is. Few people have the patience to read five paragraphs describing what you’re wearing when a picture will more than suffice.
So pictures! Everyone loves them. They’re pretty and easily digestible. Of course, they still take work to get right. You gotta take them at the optimal time, compose the shot just so, and take probably thirty before you can have a one usable for your blog. However, they’re much more accessible. All you need is a camera. There are also plenty of apps to help you edit them to get the look and feel of what you’re aiming for. And I think, more people just find taking and editing pictures fun than writing. I don’t blame them. I think they’re fun too!
But I won’t pretend it hasn’t hurt the words. I read many blogs with beautiful pictures but empty meaning. They’re all the same regurgitated content. But I get it. They’re blogging for the audience, and the audience wants quick and pretty. I’m one of them. I perpetuate the demand for instant gratification.
I guess I just miss writing. I should get back to it. How else could I make you all excited about my day-to-day life? Of the cold that had fallen on the city, slicing through weathered coat like knife through butter? Or of the panhandling dancers on the train, each day hoping for coin? Their shouts were a clap of thunder to all weary from the day’s labor, yet they’ve made it home.
And here I sit, reaching for something I have lost.