Blogger Stories: Ann Handley

Blogger Stories welcomes the person who invented Blogging. And No it was not Al Gore. It was Ann Handley, Chief Content Officer & Keeper of the Blog at MarketingProfs & MarketingProfs Daily Fix!

Blogger Story Teller: Ann Handley MarketingProfs, MarketingProfs Daily Fix

How I Invented Blogging

When I was a kid growing up in the '70s, and my parents' friends would ask me the inevitable question, "So, what do you want to be when you grow up?" I would look them square in the eye and say definitively, "I want to be a blogger."

Well, that's not entirely true. I did go through a period, when I was about 8 or 9, of wanting to be a vet, until my mother pointed out the inherent limitations of a veterinarian who accepted appointments only with cute, healthy dogs under a year old. That, and I was rather shy—so I never actually looked an adult square in the eye. Truth be told, I never spoke to them, either.

But other than that brief diversion—I had always wanted to be a blogger. In fact, I invented blogging. It's just that it took 30 years for the technology to catch up with my vision. So while I waited, I spent hours every day writing. But unlike my friends who kept diaries stashed under their beds, I needed an audience. I needed interaction, feedback, community.

One day, my third-grade teacher sent home forms that encouraged our parents to let us sign up for a program called Dear Pen Pal, so kids could write to kids in other countries. This was an international pen pal organization that launched a big push in the US elementary schools during this post-Vietnam era, or when Nixon was getting all cozy with China. Apparently, the path to popular diplomacy was paved with letters scrawled in illegible handwriting by American schoolchildren, complaining that their parents made them sign up for this dumb program all in the name of international relations, whatever that meant.

My letters, of course, contained not a single complaint. In fact, I happily prattled on for pages in fascinating detail about the minutiae of my life: my teacher, my friends, my dog, what I ate for breakfast, how much I hated my brother... the topics were endless! A blogger was born.

By the end of third grade, I had not just one but nine pen pals, based in, among other places, England, Australia, Malaysia, Greece, and (inexplicably) New Jersey. Some of them had a limited grasp of English—not that it mattered to me. Alone in my room after school, I would lie on my twin bed and enthusiastically recount life on our horse farm, with my two sets of twin siblings. I regaled my pen pals with stories of our family trip to the Grand Canyon, how I skipped second grade, the antics of my two new puppies, or my nurturing older brother named Reed (or sometimes Grant) who played in a rock band.

It was highly entertaining, at least for me. Of course, none of it was true. I researched places I'd never been and things I'd never seen, and I wrote about them. The thing was, after the first one or two letters were written to the first one or two pen pals, I felt limited by the suburban middle-class landscape of my own life—recounting the details of it all showed its lack of contour or depth—and so I invented a few personalities, the details of which were far more interesting than my own workaday life. I kept track of it all in a spiral bound notebook.

Time passed. I grew up. My pen pals grew up. They stopped writing back. I left for college, graduated, got a job as a journalist, wrote a lot of magazine articles and newspaper stories, edited a few books, got married, had kids of my own. And co-founded ClickZ and learned about the Internet.

Then—this would be 30 years later—a few of my very smart colleagues at MarketingProfs started making noises about starting a blog. And I said, "A what?" So they explained it all to me—the frequent posting, the feedback, the trackbacks, the benefits of community.

And when they were through, I realized I already knew all about that. Because, well... I invented it. And, at one time, when coming home after school and checking the mailbox at the end of our driveway was a much-anticipated ritual, I lived for it.

Which is kind of like now. Having launched my group blog, the MarketingProfs Daily Fix, this past spring, I am a renewed believer in the power of talking to an audience in an intimate and immediate environment, and in hearing their voices talk back. I've embraced it as a business tool, certainly, as a way to educate, elucidate, and be educated. But, at the same time, I am reliving the joy of communicating, the creativity of writing, and the thrill of the conversation.

Moliere once wrote that "Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money." So true. Well, maybe not entirely... Now, as a Born Again writer and convert to the power of blogs, I write for love, for newfound friends, and for money—all at the same time.

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Comments

[Christelle]

I really enjoy reading your blog story Ann ;))
How amazing to read a quotation of Moliere because little French is able to do as much of it so congratulation ;))
I feel the same way than you because, when I was a little girl, I wanted to write stories as Joe my favorit character of 'Little women' (Les 4 filles du Dr March) ;))
Indeed, I think that a blog is before all a story ;)

[Shelley Ryan]

It absolutely cracks me up that you led a fictional life for you pen palsters, Ann. Reminds me of Walter Mitty...

[Julie Almeida]

I love the quote you use at the end. It's great, because I totally feel the same way about my writing. I'm in the stage where I'm doing it to help friends, and soon the money stage will commence! It's great to see there are other people out there that are as passionate about writing as I am!

[Ann Handley]

Ryan -- Thank you for your comments, Ryan. I'm flattered, but...

: )

Toby -- thanks for the opportunity. You truly are a Diva. (Air kiss on each cheek!)

[Ryan]

Well said, you inventor, you!

Thomas Edison, Eli Whitney, and Ann Handley. Three superior minds all in the same breath.