To be completely honest, when I first started this blog, I had hoped to eventually attract an audience and put out a book on Greek ceremonial magic.
As I talked about topics that mattered to me, I discovered that my main interest was actually not the main interest of the audience which I somehow mysteriously collected.
I decided, with some cajoling, to put out a book on the topic which was of the most interest to my audience.
Writing a book isn’t a thing that happens over night, especially if it is more than a brain dump. Whereas I may get hundred or even thousands of hits on a blog piece, I will likely sell somewhere in the double digits of any book I write, and, to my mind, that is being rather optimistic.
I find myself writing fewer blog posts, and blog posts of less substance, less scholarly work and more channeled material and opinion pieces. Some percentage of my writing has always been gnosis and/or opinion, but it was generally at least interspersed with magical techniques and articles based on primary source texts.
My writing is, word for word, about the same as it was, but now the juicier stuff is going into my book. I wonder, given how niche my topic is, if I’m not just writing into a black hole, or if my material wouldn’t be better served in another medium. If, at the end of the day, my goal is to change the way people think in the present, rather than leaving some record of my work for the future, blogging is probably where my work belongs.
Arguments have been made about how much more seriously published works are taken, but I begin to wonder how much I care. If an idea isn’t good enough to be contagious on its own merit, how important can it possibly be? If the idea (rather than the little fiddly bits and source-text quotes that support it) does not survive beyond words on a page, if it does not live, evolve, and grow beyond its origins, what is its value?
Indeed, the blogosphere, in my opinion, is where culture is happening. I feel like, as I write this book, I am subtracting my voice from that conversation. Obviously, I’m not, really. I keep saying things. Horrible, annoying things.
Whereas, before, what I put out into the world was met with instant feedback (for better or for worse), this sort of writing absolutely is not. The whole process is distinctly unfulfilling.
At any rate, I’m about a third of the way done with writing the book. I’m setting a hard deadline of March 20th.