[instead of writing: walk and take pictures. Banyoles, Holy Wednesday 2010] A blogghista to which I have just sent a text message Page with a board I complain about the difficulty of writing (his blog) just do not get feedback from readers. He has a contraption hit counter and logs a lot ... but without leaving any trace in the form of comments.
Yeah, it makes me say, it happens.
blogghista The above is also a poet and was also awarded (with real prizes, those with both publishing and pennies). Mica I will say that he received numerous compliments and congratulations for his work, much less comments of the poems ... It's hard, life, as they say our Jaume Cabré, now maybe he heard about the honey of success, but hard-earned ... and lasts is the task of writing: it's time, and effort, and choice and do not write another thing that maybe a fruit you instant enjoyment, approval.
write ... or write? I have a blog and surely there is someone who reads me and the other side is silent. To not be able to name a thing, to not feel the need, alas not to hear my request: "What do you think?" When I do not miss the comments then, I miss being happen as I wish. Just like, is to say, just as in life !
So ... patience and patience my dear my dear. The blog remains a drawer full of text, a small or large memory where to look for lost things or almost forgotten texts that I can always re-read them I have forgotten.
After all, we expect that, if there are many writers in the world and so few readers who do not write too?
Yeah, it makes me say, it happens.
blogghista The above is also a poet and was also awarded (with real prizes, those with both publishing and pennies). Mica I will say that he received numerous compliments and congratulations for his work, much less comments of the poems ... It's hard, life, as they say our Jaume Cabré, now maybe he heard about the honey of success, but hard-earned ... and lasts is the task of writing: it's time, and effort, and choice and do not write another thing that maybe a fruit you instant enjoyment, approval.
write ... or write? I have a blog and surely there is someone who reads me and the other side is silent. To not be able to name a thing, to not feel the need, alas not to hear my request: "What do you think?" When I do not miss the comments then, I miss being happen as I wish. Just like, is to say, just as in life !
So ... patience and patience my dear my dear. The blog remains a drawer full of text, a small or large memory where to look for lost things or almost forgotten texts that I can always re-read them I have forgotten.
After all, we expect that, if there are many writers in the world and so few readers who do not write too?
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