I don’t fancy myself a great writer. I’ll admit I have some skill, and folks have told me that I have a unique voice. I can turn a phrase decently now & then.
I find that there aren’t that many truly gifted bloggers out there. Some are quite insightful, and others are always good for a chuckle. Some have touched me with the poignancy of their posts. But as many as I find to be “Feed-worthy,” there are equal numbers of folk who have no real grasp of the language or how to engage a reader.
So- why is it that I feel so stinking inferior about the space I take up in the blogosphere? Why do I feel so shy about letting people know that I’ve posted my thoughts on something? Or hesitate to point to my thoughts when I leave comments elsewhere?
There are days that I still feel like I’m relegated to the kids table, while the big people have their important conversations in the other room. Without me. Over my head. How ridiculous is that, when I’ve already wandered through the 0 in the big 4-0? Maybe it’s because I’m back in school and have reverted to student thinking… Maybe it’s because I don’t know “those people” who might read my stuff, and therefore I can trust them not to judge me (after all they don’t know me, nor how imminently lovable and quirky I am).
So how does one get over blogoreaderphobia? The most obvious answer is to just get over myself. I suppose the next answer is to put myself out there more… invite people to come over and read this collection of ramblings. And then get over myself.