Earlier today, I was revising an interview I did with Dennis Loy Johnson of Melville House Press, which will hopefully soon appear on New Pages. One of the things that struck me was a comment he made on blogs–how few blogs actually are worth visiting because they tend to be too self-centered. He wants to see blogs that make true literary contributions–commentaries on culture or literature–but too many of them are really just about the author’s life. Even if they start out well, they devolve rapidly.Â Of course, my own blog falls into the category of blogs he condemns, and sometimes I feel bad about that. I wonder if there’s a topic I could revolve around, like Cynthia Leititch Smith, whose blog is truly a resource for those interested in children’s and y.a. literature. But my problem, a truly writer’s problem, is that I’m interested in so many different things–one day, AIDS in Africa; another day, the problems with publishing; yet another day, violence or religion or truly local news or even homeless kids (see today’s earlier post)–and I would get bored if I was limited to one topic. And I also don’t limit my reading or my writing to one genre, to y.a. or to adult nonfiction or to history, nor would I want to limit myself just to become an expert (although I understand perfectly why people do it, I guess I just like being a jack of all trades, master of none, a.k.a. renaissance woman). So maybe I should do something about this and maybe I shouldn’t.
In earlier eras, many people kept diaries in which they recorded the minutiae of their day, Samuel Pepys being the most famous example. The blog is just the modern-day version, I guess.