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I managed to find another blog today that I think will be a good one to follow.

Seth Godin's Blog

Recently I have been feeling tapped of most of my creative energy but looking through Seth's list reminds me that it's not always about writing perfectly, it's just about writing.

Another part of the blogosphere that makes me ponder a new addition - what would it be like if I recorded my voice READING my blog? Because I'm certain, that I use inflections in my head when I'm writing that doesn't always come across when you're READING.

And maybe one would say that, that if you're a GOOD writer your readers will GET IT but I can't say whether or not that's true actually because I read a lot of GOOD writers and I bet I'm not always reading them the way they would like to sound like.

And this type of genre is different than a book or a magazine or even a radio program. Because it can tend to get very stream of consciousness, very therapeutic for the writer, very unedited - which is not always a good thing but I can't yet categorize it as bad, not yet.

But in this world of blog writing, I just wonder how much more people might GET ME or how many other bloggers I just might GET A BIT MORE if I could hear their voice, the emotion that was attached to the words they were writing. What then? What would it be like? And how would that change my opinion of them?

People who actually know me in real world probably read this differently than people who don't.

But maybe THAT'S also a GOOD THING. Because then you can connect with people on a level that you didn't realise existed or that you could be understood on.

And so that opens more doors which opens your eyes more which educates you more which inspires you more which GETS YOU WRITING MORE.

So I suppose my voice isn't needed after all? Not sold on it yet. Plus, I'm about to make my million with my voice blogger idea. Oh dear, now you all know. Back to the drawing board.

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