“If it stops moving, it dies. If it stops paddling, it sinks.”

Interesting, but not original. Anything in the world has to keep moving, to keep adjusting. A great novel, to remain great far into the future, has to have that relevance to all the ages that a pulp fiction novel lacks. A blogger has a tough life, but no tougher than all the other literary prose before it. Sullivan makes it seem like blogging is the ultimate challenge, the new age apocalypse that we have to overcome.

I think it is merely a different art form. There are people who do it everyday and it is now normal. For the person who wrote the first novel, they probably thought that that was the hardest thing to do in the world. No computers, no backspace, and all your hard work poured into one moment where the editor says yes or no. In the blogging world you write something that gets a no and then the next second you write something that gets a yes. It isn’t some Herculean feat, it is simply adjusting to a new age, learning to grow and adapt, and just like he said, the act of continuous movement.

I would also disagree that the act of blogging between blogger and reader is intimate. Separated by a screen, intercepted by thousands of other opinions, that reader is probably digesting the opinions of hundreds of people at the same time. They are feeding on the instantaneous thoughts of everyone and who knows whether your instantaneous thoughts are really what you believe? It could be in the heat of the moment where you say something, and then a day later you realize that that’s not what you meant at all. Nothing replaces personal interaction and I think blogging least of all. You blog to the millions on the internet like they were all the same person, but you talk to someone in person, you speak to them as an individual.

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