Why Blogging Can Ruin Your Writing


This is reproduced, like all stories are, from John Forde’s Copywriter’s Roundtable No. 447, August 17, 2010.

By Kyle Wagner

“Blogs are an easy way to quickly disseminate information on a regular basis. The downside, obviously, of the proliferation of blogs is that it’s causing writers to lose their ability to write well.”

An editor friend recently confessed that she’d had the toughest time finding a replacement for a food writer position from an enormous pool of applicants from around the country.

The problem? The majority of the hundreds vying for the job had submitted blog-style submissions for a newspaper gig, and when pressed by this editor to resubmit a feature-length piece in a journalistic format, seemed to be incapable of doing so.

After removing the names from the submissions, she sent some of the trial articles over to let me check them out. She was right: They were great blog posts – conversational, casual, and often compelling. Some did contain misspellings and incorrect information, and a few included links in ways that would be far more appropriate online than in a straight newspaper or magazine story. For the most part, though, they were informative and on-topic, concise, and to the point — all the essential elements of a blog.

Few of them, however, bothered with truly smooth transitions between paragraphs, instead jumping from one idea to another in a random, conversational way. Clearly these were first drafts, and little consideration had gone into adjectives, dynamic writing, or active sentence structure.

In fact, many of the applicants hadn’t even taken the time to write a lede or a hook to draw in a reader, nor had many included a “nutgraf” to give the reader something to latch on to as the point of reading the story beyond the main opinion the writer wanted to give. And once that opinion was offered, rarely did the writer offer background or organized information to back up the assertions — usually it was simply lists of reasons as to why it was so.

[Notes: “Lede” and “nut graf” are also written “lead” and “nut graph,” and they’re journalist slang for the “first line or so of the story” and the “sentence or paragraph that sums up what your story’s about, respectively. Just in case you non-journalist types were wondering.]

All of this can be fine – although not always ideal – in a blog post. Readers often come upon blog posts already knowing why they’re there. They’ve searched the web for a topic, and this particular blog has related information to share. It’s not as crucial for the writer of the post to draw the reader in with a catchy hook, overwhelmingly engaging language or solid arguments, nor is it always practical.

Blogs are an easy way to quickly disseminate information on a regular basis. The downside, obviously, of the proliferation of blogs is that it’s causing writers to lose their ability to write well. I call it the flip-flop syndrome: If you look around, many of us can be found in airports, church, and yes, even the White House, wearing those oh-so-ubiquitous flip-flops, in every color imaginable. They’re cheap, easy to slip on, and danged comfortable. Of course, they’re also terrible for our feet, and they look sloppy.

That means folks who wear nice heels and dress shoes stand out as polished, professional, and put-together – just as writers who are able to transition easily
between blog posts and publication writing stand out, as well.

Use your blog posts as a way to practice writing, yes, but don’t get so caught up in the casual, informal nature of the style that you lose your ability to offer strong, creative, well-constructed compositions, too.

Some things to think about that can help keep these two types of writing separate while still exploring them fully:

  1. When you blog, labor over your transitions. Just because you’re blogging, don’t be lazy about starting the next paragraph without any kind of connection to the previous one. This will ensure smooth segues, regardless of the medium, and will make the writing immeasurably more enjoyable to read.
  2. Never turn in a first draft to a any editor. The toughest part about blogging for most longtime writers for mainstream publications is that it can be hard to let go so quickly — now the opposite seems to be true for bloggers trying to break into mainstream publications. Good writers always read over their work and then tweak, fuss, change, fix, rewrite. Rarely is that a bad thing, because a second — or third, or fourth — read can reveal sentence structure and grammatical errors, as well as places where rhythmic flaws and passive voice weaken the story flow.
  3. Look at each writing style as practice for the other. but do both on a regular basis. Many established writers look at blogging the same way painters do
    “studies” for their larger paintings or sculptures — begin a topic on your blog, and then expand on it in a feature story, using the blog as a way to try out some thoughts, offering opinions or getting feedback, and then incorporating your findings into the final, full-length piece.

NaNoWriMoooooo

I’ve just crossed off another thing on my perpetual to-do-list. Did you do one today?

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La Lettre 2

For dears,

As a reactionary gesture and to console myself that I have actually done something on my weblog, I change the theme of it.

From a white outlook to a black outlook. From a pseudo Hemingway-theme (someone had said that it was not user-friendly but wasn’t that the whole point of it?) to entice literary wannabes to …I don’t know what I’m using now (you might want to scroll down to the bottom of this page to see).

Which one looks better, dear reader? A poll, a vote, sms in your thoughts. After all, it is rage now isn’t it? Involve the reader in the process to create “ownership.”

Maybe I should have a vote. Really. I’ll involve you in a process that outwardly looks beneficial and entertaining but inwardly, it retards your neurons while gaining me big moolah.

One man, one vote. The culture industry is now democratised!

Three cheers for democracy!

The appearance of a choice is really mollifying, isn’t it. Give an angry man some money and he’ll surely want more. Give him the appearance of choice and he’ll be domesticated for life. No more subsidies. Perhaps Mr. Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono should have done that. Subsidies, fuel or otherwise, are touchy issues. Haven’t we learnt that everybody wants to be somebody? By giving them choice, you empower the person to a certain degree. S/he is now a recognized individual. Rejoice for the TV station now recognises my existence!

So spoilt for choice. I choose what time I want to open my eyes. I choose when I want to have my breakfast, be it 11pm or 3pm. Should I run today or should I take a swim? It is not an easy life being unemployed.

La Lettre

Dear (implied or otherwise) reader,

If you are still reading this, I sincerely salute you. Let me buy you a drink sometime. For you must be a very patient wo/man to linger on even after I have stopped writing since a few years back. Forgive my temerity for mentioning my absence so many times not unlike a filler episode. It must have bored you. I know I was. Truly, I had no reasonable excuse except that my attention was caught up elsewhere, the trifles of which I shall fill you in with later on.

That, and also the reason why I stopped writing was because I found it increasingly difficult to write. Continually, I question myself. What is Guerrilla Moon’s raison d’être? Is it a vocalization of my innermost thoughts? Or is it an avenue for me to practise my rusting penmanship? How about an avenue to express, not my innermost thoughts, but my views about the world around me. Instead of a inward focus, why not outwards? Questions like these continually plague me. Who am I writing for? Definitely not myself for my act of writing presupposes a reader. Subsequently, who is my implied (and therefore, perfect) reader? Who is the actual reader?

La Liseuse, Renoir (1874)Who are you, dear reader? I do not know.

Perhaps now you know the reason why I stopped writing. Even as I mentioned earlier that I would resume writing, the very act of inscription stutters and splutters as I scribe.

It is not the inkwell that runs dry but rather, my thoughts run to a close. Unemployed, the cerebral organ residing behind my eyes shuts down.

Even as the words leave my pen, I cannot help but shiver. Who are you, reader? You who read what I am writing, are you sure you understand what I am saying? That’s one of the reasons for verbosity, you know? Verbosity somewhat presupposes miscommunication. Of course, this does not apply to your everyday neighbour who repeats the same stories to you over and over again. And again. And again.

In Boston Legal, the main character Alan Shore (James Spader) is known for his long, passionate closing arguments. It is not because he is long-winded or narcissistic that his closings are long. It is because it is absolutely clear that no one in court understands him. As a left-wing liberal, his actions to bring suits against the country has left him labelled as unpatriotic or traitorous. He has few friends. To him, it is more important than ever to get his point across to those right-wing hawks, people who don’t understand him. Short closings just do not cut it.

Unfortunately for Alan, language is all miscommunication. And miscommunication may most probably be the reason for my unemployment. No doubt it is not that I lack the required skills, that I am unprepared for the interview, that the interview occurred before an important, life-changing event (such as my final paper) that failed to get me the job but it is language as miscommunication that tripped me. Language, my best friend. I have worked with you for so many years and yet you do that to me!

Towards the end, my interviewer asked me, “Do you blog?” It was inevitable given that I was applying for a writer’s position. Nevertheless, one cannot help but cringe at the word, “blog.”

“Blogging” is such a discriminatory word. When you say blog, tH|s |s tH3 fiRst th|ng tH@t comes to my mind. I apologise for my poor example. The second thing would be people who actually write down every single event that happened on that day. I am not against that per se but really, do I want to read about that? Prose that proposes individuality amidst generality is an 18th century artform. Daniel Defoe did it in Robinson Crusoe and Samuel Richardson did it in Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded.

On hindsight, perhaps I should have replied, “No sir. Technically speaking, I do not blog. I write. I write in an attempt to explore different avenues of style and content, in an attempt to impress my existence upon the cosmos while not falling under the category of the epistolary form, in an attempt to criticise society which I see as a mode of patriotism. Critique does not necessarily equate to unpatriotic or a “leaver” in local parlance. And as such, if you attempt to label what I do as “blogging,” I consider it defamation and will sue the ass out of you.” Or something like that.

Unfortunately, in that split second I devolved into the maraschino cherry that you get with cocktails (those pretty little things). You could almost imagine a maraschino cherry replying, “Yes sir” and thereafter proceeds to give him its weblog address.

Woe be me! Now my potential employer knows the deepest darkest depths and thereafter, I shall never be hired as a writer by that company or any other for that matter! Despair! It is certain that certain thoughts ran in his mind when he entered this tomes.

“What an angsty person! Definitely not someone who should be a writer for a trade publication! And look at that verbosity! How many pages would we have to give him to accomodate just one of his articles? Even a full page spread wouldn’t be enough! Even so, we probably have to take out all the images just to make more room.” Or something like that.

Words, words, words. They can be so dreadful. They look like one thing but they may mean another. Does A really look the same to you? That “A” which was in the beginning of this sentence and the few “A” which appeared after it? Mee siam mai ham. It’s all miscommunication, I assure you.

Author’s Note: To be continued…this is simply too long for consumption. 964 words!

Death of the Author; Aura of the Letter

Firstly, this post will not be on technology. It will not concern itself with the issue of copyright, cyberspace or Copyscape even though that topic is worth exploring in terms of cultural value, work of art, and simulacra. In the end (if there is one), what is put on the internet, inscribed and written down, precipitates the death of the author. For the final answer of the letter is none other than: “Eat your Dasein.”[1] Even the citation goes as far to demonstrate that the letter lives beyond the author for what Lacan was, in actuality, referring to the password of a Congress in Zurich in the year before the Seminar was given.

But I digress. The imperative here is the usage of language, which, in the world that we are speaking of today, is English. What I am writing now-which at the moment of completion will materialise my death-arises out of a need to respond to a lack that can be located anywhere today and that is the abuse of one’s language. At this point, I claim that the pertinence of this post will only be realised insofar that the addressed reader takes pride in her linguistic skills and places a priority on language, which is already much more than we can ask of from the average individual.

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Cringe-worthy

As per working title, which sums up my thoughts when I, by means of “an interminable chain” of linkages and pure curiosity, visited a site. To cite,

Yet, another blog has fallen prey to copyright infringement – what some referred to as “plagiarism”. The latest victim in my circle, happened to be Trinity whose contents have been copied into toysrours. Unfortunately, I feel there is little we can do to plagiarism. (Endoh, 2007 Nov 10)

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Mememememe…

Random thought: an interminable chain of signifiers….memememememememeeeeee…

1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog… [ABJ]
2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself…[After the jump]
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs…[Not going to…]
4. Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog…[Negated by the absence of (3)]

7 Random Facts:

1. I gesticulate when I speak. My hands move around, trying to connote spatiality with my thoughts. My friends find it wildly amusing; they think I’m a rare breed. I think they mean weird.

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