I’m not eager to read lengthy, monotonous posts and I usually don’t subject my readers to these sorts of posts either, but I promise I’ll make this as painless as possible.
This morning, an avalanche of words and thoughts filled my mind as I thought about my quick meeting with Cayleigh Bright (Editor at Glamour Magazine) and as I relived the first two chapters of Minki Pool’s (remember this name) manuscript.
“People say that print media is dying but I’m working at a magazine that is doing better and better every month”, Cayleigh’s words resonated. I, too, thought (quite upset by the thought) that print media was dying and that the news and information we so desperately seek out, now solely rests in the blogs we choose to read and the blogger’s personal opinion on the matter.
This being said, lots of magazine editors start blogs of their own and are pretty good at it too.
I AM A BLOGGER and what this means for me is that I get to voice my opinion. Nobody is watching me or monitoring what I say about which products, places or brands I choose to cover. A magazine editor writes her post which then gets edited (if needed) by the editor-in-chief (forgive my lack of magazine knowledge. I only know as much as Ugly Betty and The devil wears Prada taught me). Never in a magazine will you read “I love so and so brand” because media is supposed to be objective and factual, leaving the reader with enough information to make a decision for themselves.
This made me think “Print media was around before radio, television and the internet. I don’t think it’s going anywhere any time soon… and I’m quite happy about this”. I tried online magazine subscriptions before but nothing beats flipping through the pages of a magazine. Also… how else will ransom letters be made?
WHERE DID ALL THESE THOUGHTS COME FROM?
I never realised that for the last couple of weeks, in my email inbox, lies a gem. Minki Pool (I told you to remember this name) sent me the first 2 chapters of her manuscript – her baby that has been growing and changing for years now.
Yesterday, I had some unexpected “free time” which I dedicated to reading my friend’s (regretted post-sent) reveal. I started reading – slow at first. As I got into it, I caught myself with my hands covering my mouth in anticipation (also almost gagging at a very unpleasant decaying body situation). All this time I’d been putting off READING in general because of the thought “I lack imagination and ability to read”.
What I didn’t realise was that my brain just needed training. The pictures were there in my mind – I could see every character and every setting. Her flare for use of adjectives and words like “proffered” and “spires” and phrases like “like some decaying giant” awakened my imagination.
Here’s what I’m getting at: In a time where opinions are freely disbursed and social media is so fast that it leaves no room to remember anything, are we becoming dumber? Should we not rather put the tablets and cell phones down for an hour or two every day and READ a book? Perhaps a leather bound book? Something that uses big words instead of action acronyms like “IDK” or “SMH”?
I just know that I don’t want someone to READ my blog and think that I’m a ditsy blonde with no depth or comprehension… or worse… point and “HA-HA” at poor sentence construction. There is, however, glimmers of true blogging excellence in the form of Cindy Alfino (who I admire and whose writing inspires me too) and others like Chicara from Lipgloss Kisses and the many others that we love (too many to mention).
Maybe (and this isn’t judgement) we should be clever about the blogs we follow…
Final thought: a magazine won’t accidentally take you to a porn site…