I love that blogging is so new, and that we’re all getting in on the ground floor. It’s wonderful to be a part of this burgeoning new style of writing. There is so much conflict and debate, creativity and innovation. Each and every one of us who has a blog has a chance to shape this new literary form. Is this how Miguel De Cervantes felt, writing Don Quixote, one of the first novels ever? Now I’m not saying that my writing is equal to any of those classic writers, but what if some of those classic authors were around today, dipping their pens to the blogosphere. . . ? (Caution: Irreverent and possibly traitorous thoughts ahead.)
William Shakespeare’s Blog: Words, Words, Words; daily commentary on the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Charles Dickens’ Blog: The Artful Blogger; whether I will turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anyone else, these posts must show.
Miguel De Cervantes’ Blog: Leaving La Mancha; a chivalric quest for the digital grail.
Jane Austen’s Blog: It is a truth universally acknowledged that a writer in possession of an internet connection must be in want of a blog.
Ernest Hemingway’s Blog: The Search Ranking Also Rises; isn’t it pretty to think so?
Virginia Woolf’s Blog: Blogging Among the Vegetables
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Blog: Reaching for the Green Light; blogging as a matter of infinite hope…