There’s this guy whose writing I very much enjoy. Naturally, I subscribed to his blog through the RSS feed. But dang it if every single day I wasn’t getting a blog post from him. Truly, I wanted to read him; he is thought-provoking. But as busy as I was, I found myself not reading, so I began to move all his blogs over to a special folder with his name on it and told myself, “Goody, I’ll have them all in one place and can spend an enjoyable hour or two immersing myself.”
Day after day his special folder got longer and longer, and one day it was time to read him. Here is what I found.
One: I could not stand to read his “important” blog posts in such concentrated a fashion.
Two: His posts needed to be read several days apart.
Three: I was being driven to distraction as he hounded me day after day after dadgum day in my inbox with “important thoughts that should not be ignored.”
It was overkill. It was information overload. It was a lot of rah-rah-sis-boom-bah from a cheerleader, and I needed the whole marching band at once. So, I unsubscribed.
He should write a book, edit it tightly, expand the scope of his thoughts from the pretty condiments he’s serving to the substantial meat and potatoes that will do me some real good.
When we find ourselves wincing at the thought of slogging on through a blog, book, song, or album, then the power and benefit of communication has been diminished and lost.
Like in a good novel or song, pitch, pace, and power draw you in and make you want to sit for a bit and enjoy the company.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I do not write a blog every day.
