Starting a blog is odd.
You’ll (hopefully) never have fewer readers than when you just started, so faced with the hope that your readership will grow, you might be tempted to save your good stuff for later. This makes me face the fact that starting a blog is mainly for me. It’s a place for me to think in such a way that makes me articulate what I’m thinking, which is going to be all the more crucial if I’m going to do anything that involves communication with other people who would like to understand what I’m trying to say. Which is where I feel like my life is heading.
So I’m writing for myself, yes, but this is made possible because of people like you, my implied reader. You are a construct in my mind, a pretend listener, and you’re absolutely necessary in order for me to write anything comprehensible and that is worth reading. So I’m writing for you as well. This being the case, I know you (like me) don’t have time and don’t like the sight of unwieldy dissertations for blog posts, so for you, I’m doing my best to keep them short.
So, thank you implied reader for your steadfast assistance, always being around when I need you.
Also, to any actual reader (a real-life person!) that may read this, thank you; and I’m sorry.
Thank you because real-life people use real-life time to read blogs and for risking the possibility of wasting that real-life time.
I’m sorry because I’m assuming for this blog that all questions about anything that I already want to talk about have already been asked of me.
Yep, starting a blog is odd.