Well, I’ve debated this matter at some length, and come to no useful conclusions.
The general consensus is that no writer worth their salt can afford to be without a blog these days. Some eagle-eyed agent or publisher may be watching and may select you from among the throng, flourishing a lucrative multi-book deal contract. Whoopee! Every literary aspirant’s dream. I have even met someone who claimed to be one of these feted creatures. It was like sighting a unicorn.
Personally, I’m of the view that if I’ve got time to write – instead of fixing problems with my IT arrangements, disinfecting the swing-top bin in the kitchen and paying bills – then I ought to be, er, writing.
And don’t expect to see much here about the writing process. My view is that that’s for me to know, and for you not to be aware of. (Like dirty bed linen.) In any case, thinking is more important than writing, and if I’m thinking something profound, shouldn’t I, er, be writing that down?
All this said, today, I felt outraged, so I’m going to give it a go…