Here's the thing about blogging: One only feels like doing it in the heat of the moment. A gajillion blog post ideas run through my head when I'm stuck in line at the grocery store, or watching some moron at the gym, or, strangely, when I'm in the shower in the morning. But since I no longer have 8-10 totally free hours, alone, every day, those incidents are usually followed by going home and cooking dinner, or going home and taking a shower, or getting out of the shower and getting dressed and going to work. And while I certainly have blog post ideas at work during the day, I'm not so sure work-blogging is a very good idea. I feel guilty enough reading all of YOUR blog posts during the workday.
But the other thing that makes me feel guilty is all of you who have put me on your blogrolls, especially the ones that have the feature that note when the last update was. Four weeks ago. I was so proud of writing that. I wrote that before Adam got out of bed, and it made me feel like my entire weekend was accomplished. Because that was the point of the blog in the first place: to make me feel like I'd actually DONE something with my day, while all the rest of you were out being Productive Members of Society.
And now there's no escaping it. I used to track how many visitors a day I got (almost 300 the day after I posted that Adam and I got engaged!), and I just tried to go to that same tracking website to issue a comparison, but I can't even remember the name of it, so there goes that. What do I do? Take the blog down? I can't tell if that's more like cheating or giving up. What if one day I want to take on a multi-national corporation? Surely I should have a better platform than Facebook.
Also, I feel like I owe the people whose blogs I faithfully turn to daily, either at my 10:30 am snack break or my inevitable 3:45 pm slump. My days are better when you've posted an update. I really do want to know how your freak diet is going, or if you've passed the test you've secretly been studying for for months, or, best, what miracle your child has accomplished this week. My blog world is remarkably small, and I know everyone in it...except that Dooce woman. I love her, too.
So let's consider this a resurgence, because all the rest of you find time in your life to do things besides work and watch Must See TV.
I support your resurgence :)
ReplyDeleteMore writing! Plus, when you take on a multinational some day they'll be extra scared when they see who follows your blog!
ReplyDeleteyou remind me of me so much. i think i wrote this blog post for twenty-nothing like 1000 times.
ReplyDeleteI noticed your productivity had fallen off a cliff when you got a job. Happens to all of us. When I got a job, I had to give up day-time alcoholism. Don't take the blog down. It's taking a job that's giving up. But, since you asked, my diet isn't going so well. I have stopped (usually) the nine-Muskateer per diem, and, as to the other thing, Sasha is now correcting my Russian. We went to the La Brea tarpits to look at the dinosaurs (I'll be dead before they figure it out) and two days at D-land, which is too much, because we've gone seven times this year. When are you & Adam coming down again?
ReplyDeleteI had, btw, an idea after I joined AARP. They brow-beat me, and offered a murse, but when it arrived it was only 3x4inches. My idea is to write a short piece for the AARP rag, "Hallucinogens after Sixty: Going to Disneyland", or something like that, for the many former hippies from the Sixties who stopped taking acid for the sake of their career and the children. None of that applies to me, but let's see if I can suss out the time & words.
Mark B, I'd like to read your blog. Only I think you might even have fewer free minutes than Amy...
ReplyDeleteand after I read that comment, I wonder if Mark B reads comments from others???
ReplyDeleteAnn, I don't have a blog. I started one but have neither the time nor energy. Yeah, I read everybody's comments, why not?
ReplyDeleteJust have a baby. You will never run out of material again. And you can post photos when you don't have time to write. Prob solved.
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