A harsh reality I have had to admit to myself: if I had the ability to write insightful, well-crafted book reviews of serious non-fiction then I would be writing for publications not just this humble blog. Sad but true, as they say, sad but true.
So yeah, I am having second thoughts on the future of CM 19 days into 2021.
One of the many reasons this blog has slowly dwindled in readership and content is that I have lost my “voice” – my sense that I have something interesting or important to say.
This is sort of the flip side of the lack of audience. The two are probably related in some in-direct way. As I posted less and less, and interacted with other lit-blogs less and less, my audience drifted away; into the world of social media and away from the world of blogs and RSS feeds.
That same social media, and the complications of life, that distract and take up precious time so that posting requires more work and commitment. At the same time, despite reading a great deal, I don’t feel the urge to post. I don’t have something I just have to put down in words and in the back of my mind is the sense that no one will read them anyway.
All this was going through my mind even as I posted my two part look at WIlliam Chatterton Williams. I had the idea to post on MLK Day, and Williams seemed like a fascinating writer with interesting things to say.
One small problem. I didn’t have anything particularly insightful to say. I didn’t take detailed notes or organize my thoughts. And I read the books this summer.
My first instinct was just to do what I have done so many times in the past and just skip it and not post. But I decided to stick to my commitment and post the reviews anyways.
I guess what I am wondering if maybe my commitment to reading serious books and writing serious reviews was asking too much of myself; a tad unrealistic. So maybe I will start with just posting on a regular basis and see where the takes us.