On Blogging

All the words I use in my [blog posts] can be found in the dictionary—it’s just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.

[Blogging] is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.

The best time for planning a [blog post] is while you’re doing the dishes.

To produce a mighty [blog], you must choose a mighty [Wordpress] theme.

Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from [your blog]; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.

I try to create sympathy for my [blog readers], then turn the monsters loose.

I [blog] to discover what I know.

If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to [blog]. Simple as that.

[Blogging] is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.

There’s no such thing as [blogger’s] block. That was invented by people in California who couldn’t [blog].

[Blogging] is a struggle against silence.

Writing [blog posts] is the closest men ever come to childbearing.

A good [blogger] possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.

If you wait for inspiration to [blog] you’re not a [blogger], you’re a waiter.

[The Blogosphere] is like a stew. If you don’t stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.

Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to [blog] is not nearly as important as the [blogging] itself.

If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn’t matter a damn how you [blog].

People do not deserve to have good [blogging], they are so pleased with bad.

My first feeling was that there was no way to continue. [Blogging] isn’t like math; in math, two plus two always equals four no matter what your mood is like. With [blogging], the way you feel changes everything.

And by the way, everything in life is [bloggable] about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

Writing a [blog] is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

You should [blog] because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. [Blogging] comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to [blog].

Find out the reason that commands you to [blog]; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to [blog].

Being a good [blogger] is 3% talent, 97% not being distracted by the [Internet].

[Blog] the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable.

I can’t [blog] five words but that I change seven.

[Blogging] is my love. If you love something, you find a lot of time. I [blog] for two hours a day, usually starting at midnight.

You have to write the [blog post] that wants to be written. And if the [blog post] will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.

When [a post] can be read without effort, great effort has gone into its [blogging].

[Blogging] is its own reward.

[Blogging] is my time machine, takes me to the precise time and place I belong.

If you want to be a [blogger], you must do two things above all others: read a lot [of posts] and [blog] a lot.

Either [blog] something worth reading or do something worth [blogging].

I feel like I’m too busy [blogging] history to read it.

Anecdotes don’t make good [blog posts]. Generally I dig down underneath them so far that the [post] that finally comes out is not what people thought their anecdotes were about.

If there’s a [blog post] that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.

We [blog] to remember our nows later.

You must stay drunk on [blogging] so reality cannot destroy you.

The role of a [blogger] is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

There is nothing to [blogging]. All you do is sit down at a [computer] and bleed.

To survive, you must [blog] stories.

[Blogging] is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.

Writing a [blog post] is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

You can make anything by [blogging].

I am irritated by my own [blogging]. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.

Get it [posted]. Take chances. It may be bad, but it’s the only way you can do anything really good.

When I was writing pretty poor [blog posts], this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

The purpose of a [blogger] is to keep civilization from destroying itself.

The only thing I was fit for was to be a [blogger], and this notion rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that [blogging] didn’t require any.

Writing [blog posts] is super intimate. It’s a bit like getting naked.

A [blogger] is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer.

Not that the [blog post] need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short.

If I don’t [blog] to empty my mind, I go mad.

The most essential gift for a good [blogger] is a built-in, shock-proof shit detector.

[Blogging] means sharing. It’s part of the human condition to want to share things – thoughts, ideas, opinions.

There is no rule on how to [blog]. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly: sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.

There are three rules for [blogging] the [work]. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

Let me live, love, and [blog] it well in good sentences.

I have never started a [blog post] yet whose end I knew. Writing a [post] is discovering.

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d [blog] a little faster.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold [blog draft] inside you.

[Blogging] became such a process of discovery that I couldn’t wait to get to work in the morning: I wanted to know what I was going to say.