Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A Small Epiphany for a Wednesday Afternoon

     I've tried blogging once before only to discover I fail miserably at it. My roommate and I made a blog at the start of this school year, expecting to share all of our knowledge and adventure with the world. Still, to this day, there is but one lonely post dated November 5, 2012. I've been told for years that blogging is a great way for writers to write daily, so I was a bit disgruntled to find my blogging skills so dramatically lacking (unfortunately, one must actually post in order for a blog to be successful). While Redeeming Shakespeare has still been difficult to keep up with on the daily, I have found it much easier to find subject matter. My other blog (we'll just call it RSA) was deemed an "anything and everything" blog; my roommate and I did not want to be tied down to any strict subject. This, however, was the first and biggest mistake of our blogging career. If I am writing about everything then it follows logically that I am writing to everyone. Beside the fact that this is impossible for nearly every writer, I didn't even want to write to everyone. I wanted to write only to those who cared about the adventures in my life - and that's a small number. The second problem, then, was that we did not know who we were actually writing to. Dr. Mark Schlenz taught me that if I ever want to be published in any format, I must be able to visualize the audience reading the final product. This is why Redeeming Shakespeare is so much easier than RSA, because I know all of you and I know what you expect to hear.
     Now, I said above that "nearly every writer" finds it impossible to write to everyone because there is one writer who did write to the audience of everyone, and I think you know where I'm going with this. Shakespeare wrote to the gods, the kings, the commoners, and the chaotic, and was completely aware that he did so. This, above every other accomplishment, is the reason Shakespeare is the greatest poet in history. Shakespeare's plays were written to the world, and I still cannot fathom how he managed it. If a writer can discover, once more, how to write to the Globe, he might be the next greatest: but I think the key is to just not try so hard.

Write on,
Sabrina

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