I am sure only I could have written such an unprovocative title: the art of being provocative does not come easily to me.
I read on a fellow-blogger’s post today that being provocative is a great way to win an audience: get a controversy going, encourage discussion, spark debates.
While I agree at one level, the rest of me does not.
I’d rather read delightful, delicious posts like this one: Wonka is my reality or like the one that made me smile so many times within the space of minutes: F is for Frustration and Fridge Freakouts
I’d rather write posts like this one: Writing about winter sunshine, peeling orange
Or like this one: Life, death, and finding immortality through writing
I can’t help it, I like savoring a post, I like to twirl my mind around the aftertaste it leaves. I like blogs that touch me, not rouse me.
So, I will leave debating to those who are better suited to it. For me, I love writing, and I love reading, and having an argument is essential for neither.
Having a huge audience is a different matter altogether. But if you are reading this, I do have some audience, don’t I now?
Enough said.
