I love the printed word. I love to look at sentence structure and hear the tone I have assigned to the writer. I decide the eloquence of speech when I hear the accent and timbre. I love the sound of certain words inside my head. I roll them around, take them apart, put them back together again. I love to read a word, hear it inside my head, and giggle to myself because the spelling is nothing like the sound. Phlegm. Disgusting when heard, intriguing when seen.
I love to read a good blog post. I enjoy a well written sentence and a cohesive essay. I like to take my time reading interesting sentence structure, intriguing words (sometimes repeating them to myself multiple times), then savoring the after taste when I finish. I also like to determine whether I skim an essay or ingest. This brings me to a trend that some bloggers simply must rethink. Vlogging.
For reasons not understood, some people simply have a gift of writing. Through the organization of their words, feelings and experiences take shape and become personalized. Their articulation brings me to a sudden outburst of giggles, a small sob, a sigh, or simply concern. I am amazed by the talent in the blogging world. I know they are intelligent, articulate, and beautiful women. Then they vlog and my impression is altered.
One of my favorite blogs is written by a woman who is incredibly gifted. She is also well known. I am often moved by her writing. Then she decided to vlog and she is decidedly not articulate in speaking. I had a difficult time maintaining my original opinion.
I know my writing often takes a circuitous route. I don't profess to be a fantastic writer. I do hope, however, that my topic or thesis statement can be ascertained within the first couple of paragraphs. I know this is not always true, but I generally like to have a theme when I write. Sometimes I don't and I expect you to skim through, decide I'm full of crap, and click to a different site. You are not a captive audience. Hopefully I will write something that is interesting enough to hold your attention for a full minute to reach the end of my thought process. If I don't, you can leave at any time.
Back to my favorite blogger. She vlogged. She sat there and blathered about nothing at all for over two minutes and I still had no clue if she had a cohesive thought. She cracked inside jokes that I didn't get, talked about the weather, told her audience how wonderful she is and I was already two minutes into a six minute video and completely bored and somewhat befuddled.
I couldn't skim. I couldn't scan. I couldn't skip. And she wasn't interesting. I yawned and left disappointed.
She is not the first successful blogger to vlog and vlog terribly. I would fare much worse. I promise to never, ever vlog to you. Ever. Never. I stutter. I stammer. I look stupid.
I will stick to the written word. Words I can type, see, consider, roll them off my tongue in the privacy of my home, delete, edit, rewrite. Even as I type, I hear myself whispering the words. They sound a little stupid. Yet when I hear them in my head (which is much louder than my whisper, thank goodness), I sound stronger, smarter, and skinnier.
I can sound skinny. You won't know the difference. I didn't vlog it.