1 If I can communicate using Blogger, WordPress, Facebook Messenger, Video conferencing and text messaging, but do not have love for my readers, I am connecting with no one.
2 If I have mastery of the inner workings of Google’s search algorithm, can create webpages, navigate all of Wikipedia, and have a dedicated T line with unlimited bandwidth, but do not have love for my readers, I am nothing.
3 If I update my Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest status, that I may boast of what is going on in my life, but do not have love for my readers, I gain nothing.
4 Love for my readers is patient even when a web page is slow to load the content I have written, love for my readers is kind even when others troll my Twitter account. It does not envy that others have more blog followers than I do, it does not boast that I have more than those who share my niche market, and it does not find its value in numerical measures but in relationships that are nurtured.
5 It does not dishonor others by taking their work and claiming it is mine, it is not selfish but instead focuses on providing content that will help others, it is not easily angered when others misunderstand what I was trying to say, it keeps no record of when others were critical or did not repost what I had written.
6 Love for my readers does not delight when bad things happen to my peers but rejoices when valuable content is shared.
7 It always protects the community, always trusts the intelligence of its audience, always hopes to be understood, and always perseveres to write another day.
8 Love for my readers never fails. But where there are technologic and social predictions, they will cease; where there are hot button topics, they will cool; where there is knowledge it will become outdated.
9 For as writers we know our audience in part and we post in part at least twice a week,
10 but when comprehension comes, what is in part is understood – and it is good.
11 When I was new to blogging and social media, I talked like a newbie, I thought like a newbie, I reasoned like a newbie. When I became a communicator, I put my affinity for style over substance behind me.
12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror from the occasional comment or repost; then we shall see face to face (perhaps on Skype?). Now I know in part who I am; then I shall know fully who you are, even as I seek to be fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith that the writing is worth it, hope that someone will read this and love for my readers. But the greatest of these is love for my readers.