On Blogging

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

A [blogger] is someone for whom [blogging] is more difficult than it is for other people.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

We [blog] to remember our nows later.

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

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 a struggle against silence.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

You can make anything by [blogging].

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

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

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

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

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

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.

I [blog] to discover what I know.

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

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

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

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

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

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].

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

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

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

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

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

[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 can make anything by [blogging].

[Blogging] is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.

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

To survive, you must [blog] stories.

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

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

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

[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.

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.

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

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

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].

[Blogging] is its own reward.

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.