I really hate Blogger. I feel bad saying that seeing as they were the first mainstream blogging platform for writers out there and for the longest time I used them for my site. Hell, I even had a Blogger t-shirt and not only was it very comfortable, it made my boobs look nice.
But those days are long gone. Since being bought over by Google, which could be considered a good thing by some people, I find that things have been slowly going downhill. The straw that broke my back the other day was when I was trying to leave a comment on a blog and the word verification thing kept asking me to sign in, only to tell me that I didn’t get the letters right. After seven tries, I knew it couldn’t be my fault.
In all fairness, like I said, I used to use Blogger and I know a lot of folks who still use it and have actually made their sites look great. But for me, I’m so over it I can’t even begin to tell you.
And on a side note, I apologize to those who have blogs with Blogger and for some reason I can’t leave comments. Now you know why.
The thing about me and blogging is that I enjoying doing it, but sometimes it’s tough. And it’s not because when I get home or get a free minute to myself I don’t feel like sitting down in front of a computer again. In fact, sitting in front of a computer is where I feel most comfortable. Thing is, I worry that what I write isn’t interesting enough to share with people.
After all, it’s my life. I’ve become quite good at living it mainly because I’ve had 36 years to get used to it. But for someone coming in on the ground floor of this little party, they might not feel the same way I do. They might not think the same things I do.
And that’s OK. In fact, I like it like that. Being different is what it’s all about. But I still like to keep it interesting. And not just for anyone who reads this, but for me as well. I would hate to look back and see that there were times when nothing noteworthy happened.
I’ve been rockin’ the blog-thingy for the better part of ten years now. I’ve been blogging since before blogging was a verb. I’ve saved most of the archives, but others (sadly) weren’t saved and were deleted when MSN Communities and GeoCities shut down. One day I might get around to posting all the “greatest hits” or maybe I’ll just leave the memories alone.
Either way, I just wanted to point out that the large gaps that sometimes (more often than not these days) pop up on this site where time will pass without a single post, are not a result of me losing interesting in my life, this city or what I do. It’s just that I’m always looking for the next great adventure that’s worth sharing.
And when I find it, I’ll be sure to let you know.
The problem with being a writer and a blogger is that sometimes one suffers because of the other. I never thought it would happen, but it has. My blog updates have been few and far between. I’m surprised that folks haven’t sent out search parties to see if I’m alive or left a trail of Starbucks lattes in hopes of luring me out of seclusion.
Truth is, I’ve been “blogging” before it had a name. Running updates on my then MSN Communities hosted web site (which really sucked now that I think about it) and then finally turning the site itself into a proper blog as Blogger and WordPress came to the forefront.
I’m hardly the grandma of blogging, but I can honestly say I’ve been doing it long enough to call myself an expert in it.
I’ve talked about it to students, shown companies how to make use of a blog to help their needs and reach their clients and of course used it to work through my own thoughts, problems, feelings and concerns.
Last year a friend of mine I have known for 15 years moved away and suddenly a piece of my life was gone. He’s doing well and is happy, but that chunk of my life is missing. It was around then that I turned away from the blog world and kept myself busy with everything else. Before I knew it, so much time had passed that my updates were falling behind.
So what does all of that have to do with my blogging? For one thing, I have been busy. Not too busy to write, but when I come up, rather than be left alone with my thoughts, I tend to find other things to do.
I also started to think: “Have I said everything that needs to be said?” So many people out there have personal blogs, for whatever reason, and they are good at it. Does anyone really care any more what I have to say?
I’m not looking for sympathy of any kind. I’m just being honest.
Maybe that’s why blog posts haven’t been a regular thing any more for me. Maybe it’s time I start winding it down. 2001 will be ten years since I started “blogging”. I can’t help but wonder if 2011 will be the year I decide to push back from the table.