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Where I think about the blogger that I want to be
Previously, with this little corner of the blogosphere of mine, any time that there’s been a lack of posts, it’s been because I’ve been without post ideas. If I had the idea, I’d find the time to write it out. Some may have turned out a little better than others, perhaps . . . if I was stressed for time, I mightn’t have proofread the posts as thoroughly as I should. If I had too much time, I’d run off in tangents, and let the tangents run off on tangents, until I had whole posts that were nothing like I had originally anticipated.
Lately, though, I have the ideas . . . but absolutely zero time to turn those ideas into something concrete. And, on one level, this is a good thing — I’m keeping busy, and when I’m busy, I’m not bored. On another level, well, I’m not here nearly as often as I’d like to be. I’m far-far behind on checking in on comments, and I hate this place being a one-way blog . . . it’s the reader interaction that I actually most-look-forward-to.
I keep thinking “well, I don’t have a lot of time, so why don’t I just write a quick post about what will be here next week,” but that would, quickly, turn into the “On the next Arrested Development” where I’d talk about stuff happening that would never actually happen. And that would make me sad . . . though I’m tempted to just randomly write “Steve Holt!” in the middle of blog posts now.
The thing is, if I’m not blogging often, I’m not being anywhere near the blogger I want to be. As I said – it’s the interaction that leads me to want to blog.
Unfortunately, my title at Write on Edge, I fear, hasn’t been revoked simply because the ladies in charge are just too kind to kick me out. The problem is that most of our interaction happens on Skype, and I can’t get to Skype from work . . . and, even when I’m home, I’m usually connected via the work network. Nevermind the work with the prompts . . . because, well, I haven’t been getting around much these days.
Those whose blogs I frequent have probably noticed that I’m not commenting anywhere nearly as much as I once did. However, this doesn’t mean that I’m not reading — it’s just that I might not actually work my way over to a blog to say “hi,” and just read from the emailed notification (this is a reminder, if you don’t offer emailed posts of your blog, no matter how great a writer you might be, no matter how much I’d like to follow your posts . . . I likely am not doing so). Fiction posts, while I love them, I often leave without comment. I want to pick each & every one apart, giving specific & constructive criticism (especially to Lance & Kir) . . . but the amount of time I want to spend with a single piece of fiction is more than I have, and rather than do something half-assed, I enjoy the piece and move on without chiming in (unless your name is Cam and I can’t help myself because I’m just in awe of what you’re able to churn out).
So, I’m not really sure what I’m trying to get across here . . . basically, I wish I were around here more. I wish I were visiting your places more. I miss the time that I’d devote a good hour to blogging, and I’d go through the archives of each & every new commenter who shared their blog with me, just to get a feel of who was reading. Now, I’m staying afloat – no more, no less.
In the long run, I actually think this might be good for me . . . as I’m spending less time thinking in 140 characters and more time thinking about grander things. I have a magnum opus in me — maybe this streak of “being too busy to be a good blogger” is what I need to draw it out.