I guess the same question could be asked of any writing . The brevity and immediacy of a blog often requires much less of a reader than say, a novel. In a blog, you can dip in and out of topical or temporary issues. This can be like eating too much sugar – addictive, but unsatisfying too. On the other hand, blogging feels democratic: anyone can write and readers get a right of reply. Nor is it a one-way street: those who comment can also influence what’s being written.
Then there’s what’s meant by ‘matter’. Perhaps, does it make ‘a difference’ or whether it ‘has a point’. But even this isn’t straightforward. If my writing does impact others, then is that always a good thing? Should I take responsibility for my readers and if so, how much? If I write about eating disorders, will my words be helpful – or triggering? Can I control how they are perceived?
Then there’s the authorial voice. Is it ‘real?’ How do I present myself? As a fellow journeyer? A guru? Or someone in need of help? Is this someone others would recognise – or does it need to be? Can I change my mind – and to what extent?
I guess when writing, I do it first and foremost, for myself. As Heaney says, ‘I write to see myself, to set the darkness echoing’. Even here, my motives are unclear. Sometimes I write to cheer myself up, sometimes to work out how I’m feeling. Sometimes I write for a response, sometimes I forget that anyone but me is reading. Writing for me, is a way of being human. Of understanding myself and God and other people – of sharing something that otherwise gets lost. Perhaps the end product matters very little – but the process matters a lot.