I’ve really run into a conundrum over the last couple of days that was triggered by a particular headline from, of all places, the Babylon Bee (which, by the way, is my favorite fake news source): “Report: Nobody Cares About Your 17-Paragraph Political Facebook Rant.”
From my earliest days since picking up a pencil, I loved the exercise of communicating through the written word.
I loved writing short stories, essays, and even research. In the 7th grade, I wrote 26-page short story when others struggled to eke out three to four-pages. In the ninth grade, I finished my first novel about 400 pages. In college, I rewrote it to over 800 pages on an electric typewriter that definitely annoyed my dorm mates. Frankly, the novel was garbage, but I sure enjoyed doing it.
It was nothing to turn out essays twenty to 30 pages. Whether it was the standard semester research paper, my master’s thesis, and even my doctoral thesis (of which the latter was determined by my examiners also to be garbage), I have always loved the writing process.
Out of that last experience in a post-graduate program came my book “Losers Like Us” published by David C. Cook. Hopefully, soon, my second manuscript will be ready.
Fortunately, I live in a time that provides me a chance to continue to write: the internet. For the last decade, I have maintained a webpage wherein I was able to post an occasional blog.
Unfortunately, I live in a time wherein blog posts are so “last year.” Users just don’t read blogs anymore. We live in the age of “TL/DR” which stands for “Too Long/Didn’t Read” (or as I see it: “Too long, [I’m a] Dumb Reader.”
If you can’t write it in a tweet, don’t bother writing it at all. Or, better yet, create a “reel” which consists of giving bad spiritual advice, lip-syncing songs or comedic snippets, filming a ten-second mic drop moment, or recreating humorous–I use that term loosely–skit from other influencers–I use that term at an even higher level of, um…loosely-ness.
That is the intelligence of the world we live in.
Still, I feel compelled to write.
I tended to avoid writing about politics during this last decade. The political clown show just wasn’t something I wanted to be a part of. If someone’s comment interpreted anything I posted as political, I would delete the entire post.
That changed last July shortly after the first assassination attempt of Donald Trump. With the bizarre response from the media and many on the left, I just felt that rhetoric could not be ignored.
Instead of blogging about this near-tragic event, which tends to not be read, I clumsily posted my thoughts for my tiny world on Facebook with my fat fingers on my mobile phone.
A lot more people responded positively and negatively this way–all more than when I announced a new blog post, so I just continued using that method. It kind of turned into a habit. I actually began to enjoy the more instant comments telling me either how stupid or encouraging I am. I thought maybe I had found a different outlet for my writing.
Now, seven months later, the Babylon Bee posts a satirical article, which joked, “A new survey concluded that there was not a single soul who would be interested in reading any further political rants, finding that even the mothers of those writing and posting them would not care to read them.”
That hit a little close to home.
Now, I know that it was the Babylon Bee, which, for those NYT, CNN, and Politico “fact-checkers,” is what “normal people” call a “satirical site.” However, given the laughing stock the media has become, one can argue that more truth is found in satire than in media generated facts.
Satire often ridicules something that is overdone. It shines a spotlight on the absurdity of its topic often using the topic’s own logic.
When the Bee satirizes the type Facebook post mentioned above in which I myself am a participant, it forces me to reconsider whether I am once again behind the curve.
Actually, it makes me wonder if the act of writing itself has become obsolete. Why learn to write if we can get AI to do the work for us?
For that matter, why should I bother to keep writing—about anything, political, spiritual, or otherwise? I know there are some who would really wish I’d shut up.
But isn’t that what writing is all about—defending a point, putting something out there to contemplate, discuss or debate? Isn’t it to contribute to the public arena?
I am not so sure. America has gone from critical thinking about anything to creating “mic drop” rhetoric on the right to using emotionally-charged sob stories ad nauseum on the left. That is all Americans have to offer.
I have been wondering the last 24-hours why the Babylon Bee’s post stopped me in my tracks. It caused me to wonder: Am I just wasting my time writing stuff—any topic not just political—that no one will ever read? Is there any avenue for written expression?
Really, though, the main thrust of my question is: Is writing a thing of the past?
Will the act of writing ever become relevant again? Or should I just quit wasting my time?
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