The writer and the blog­ger

Sun.Star Cebu Weekend - - Lit -

In­ever un­der­stood how artists can be so snob­bish against peo­ple who have gone com­mer­cial and made money from their art. To me, to de­cide to be­come an artist is al­most syn­ony­mous to a life of mar­tyr­dom — you're sure as hell are go­ing to be broke for the rest of your life.

How­ever, I have slowly be­gun to un­der­stand the snob­bery, as I eval­u­ated my own feel­ings to­wards writ­ing. In all hon­esty, I squirm ev­ery time peo­ple call me a blog­ger — I al­most al­ways make the cor­rec­tion and tell them, "Yeah, I'm a writer," be­fore I go on and tell them that I ap­pear on other pub­lish­ing plat­forms aside from my own blog.

I don't know why I have neg­a­tive feel­ings to­wards blog­ging. Maybe be­cause in this day and age, any­one with a cam­era phone can be called

“The dif­fer­ence be­tween a writer and a blog­ger is that brands want to be at­tached to blog­gers,”

a blog­ger, an in­flu­encer, a con­tent cre­ator. The bar­ri­ers to en­try have be­come low.

I am amazed at how Andy Warhol had pre­dicted the fu­ture. In his words: "In the fu­ture, ev­ery­one will be world-fa­mous for 15 min­utes." Warhol made the bold state­ment 50 years ago and it is eerie at how pre­cise he was with pre­dict­ing the fu­ture. Now, fame is fleet­ing — easy to achieve, and easy to lose as well.

So I tell peo­ple that I'm a "writer." That my craft go be­yond the dig­i­tal sphere and I can be seen on print, on the news, on books. With­out notic­ing it, I had be­come one of those "snobs" who scoff at com­mer­cial­ism!

"TLDR."

To come across TLDR — mil­len­ni­al­s­peak that meant "TOO LONG DIDN'T READ" — is the night­mare of any writer. The writer's only val­i­da­tion, af­ter all, is to be read.

Be­cause don't we all do it? A per­fect click-bait ar­ti­cle is enough for us to share it on our news feed with­out even read­ing the whole ar­ti­cle. No one reads any­more.

"The dif­fer­ence be­tween a writer and a blog­ger is that brands want to be at­tached to blog­gers," I heard in a con­ver­sa­tion.

That was the def­i­nite truth.

But does the writer care if they don't get brands to pro­mote them? Prob­a­bly not much, al­though the writer's heart­break will prob­a­bly come from re­al­iza­tion that their con­tent is in­di­gestible and ir­rel­e­vant.

What use is it for a writer to pen a per­fect, well-con­structed es­say piece if no one reads it, be­cause it's "TLDR"?

Be­cause of­ten, writ­ers write for them­selves, but blog­gers speak for the peo­ple. Even if blog­gers are more ac­cus­tomed to self­ies, the writ­ers' van­ity is found in their own words.

I didn't meet a per­son more vain than a writer, un­til I met one in a con­fer­ence. I re­mem­ber he had just pub­lished a book, and I wanted to get to know more.

"Oh, you're a writer, too?" I asked, mak­ing small talk. "Me too."

"No, I'm an au­thor," he cor­rected. I smirked in my head, and took the men­tal note: maybe if I ever get my­self to ac­tu­ally pub­lish my book — I could then up­grade the snob­bery and call my­self an "au­thor," chin up high.

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