I always tend to bring everything back to myself. I hope that doesn’t make me seem as totally self-absorbed as I think it does, because the truth is, just about the only time do think about myself is when I am writing a blog post and need to figure out what to write about. And since what I know is me, that’s what I write about.
This blog prompt is no exception to my bringing everything back to myself. I check out a lot of blogs, and though I appreciate the bloggers, I hesitate to name any lest I hurt the feelings of those I leave out. The only one who does come to forefront as a special favorite is someone who disappeared from the internet, and who no longer answers his email. I worry about him, but have no way to find out what happened.
So, there’s no single person to list as a favorite blogger, except perhaps for me.
It’s not that I follow my own blog (unless one considers writing as following), but every once in a while, I come across one of my own blogs and think, “Wow. I didn’t know that,” when the truth is that I must have known it at one time to write about it.
My latest “didn’t know that” moment came when I was searching for . . . I don’t even remember what . . . and I came across a post entitled I Am an Escribitionist.
Huh? Escribitionist? I sure don’t remember ever hearing that word, and yet, there it is on this very blog.
To keep you from clicking on the above link (unless of course you want to), I’ll go ahead and tell you that escribitionists are those who blog about themselves, their experiences, and their reflections. It sounds like such a bad thing, connoting, as it does, exhibitionism, but it’s simply a way of distinguishing the diary-like bloggers from those who write from a more journalistic point of view.
Sometimes I do sink into a more journalistic point of view, especially lately when so much of the political scene seems to bring out the pedant in me, but for the most part, I just write . . . whatever.
I’d intended to write about that escribitionist post, and when I saw this blog prompt, I figured out it would be a good place to plug in my musings about my own blog, which pretty much proves that for better or for worse, I truly am an escribitionist, since it always does seem that I bring everything back to me.
And no, that’s not my cat. It’s my sister’s. She took this photo the last time I visited her.
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Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One












Feeling Like a Celebrity
September 23, 2013 — Pat BertramHave you ever met one of those lonely old people who are willing to talk to anyone who happens to wander into their life? They don’t care if you had the wrong address and knocked on their door by mistake. They still ask you to come in, stay and chat awhile, have a glass of fresh-squeezed lemonade or a plate of homemade cookies.
Even better than having people stop by to read something I wrote is when they leave a comment. Getting comments from strangers makes me feel like a celebrity. A person I had never met read what I wrote, and liked it enough to tell me so. Wow!
In the end isn’t that what we’re all looking for, whether we’re young or old, lonely or befriended? Aren’t we all looking for someone to acknowledge us? Someone to see us as apart from all the other billions of people in the world, even if only for a moment? We writers and bloggers spew out billions, trillions of sentences each day, and every single one of them says the same thing: “Notice ME.”
Well, when someone leaves a comment, it tells me that for a single blip of time, I was noticed.
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Pat Bertram is the author of the suspense novels Light Bringer, More Deaths Than One, A Spark of Heavenly Fire, and Daughter Am I. Bertram is also the author of Grief: The Great Yearning, “an exquisite book, wrenching to read, and at the same time full of profound truths.” Connect with Pat on Google+. Like Pat on Facebook.