Diesel wrote a book that has actually been published. Actually won’t be until next month I think, but can be pre-ordered.
Would be jealous but I like him. Diesel’s book is cleaned up essays from his blog. They are very funny.
My book has nothing to do with my blog so I have to give it my full attention. No blog posting for awhile. No reading blogs. No commenting. I have faced up to my blog addiction, and hope to make it manageable by September.
I have long believed that personal blogs should come with an expiration date.
This blog has had more than its share of successes. I purposely downplayed all the mainstream attention it has received because I was never in this to to be competitive.
It’s not a niche blog. It’s not written for the coveted 30 second attention span. It doesn’t purport to tell people how to do things or why they should be doing whatever. It’s not an image blog. There are many many things Courting isn’t. We’re not a humor blog, but we’re not a whiny one either.
It has been pointed out to me that I’m not a true blogger as I don’t moderate comments. I was a founder of a political blog, have helped people begin blogs–OK I usually send them to Doug, but I point them in the right direction, answer all comments, and sometimes edit posts, or give people the confidence to post. I think that all proves I’m a blogger.
I keep reading mainstream publications that put down blogging and bloggers.
Then why do they all have blogs?
Blogging is hot. Everybody and their grandmother has a blog. Every damn magazine and paper have blogs.
Instead of becoming a new medium that allows for experimentation and cream to rise, it’s just another way of recycling old info, and writers who have already made it.
It’s a medium for the coveted 30 second attention span. Yesterday I was reading a magazine that was touting its new web site. You can chose one from column A, one from column B, etc–all very quick and very healthy. It’s good to know that the old fashioned Chinese menu lives on.
It’s good to know that a medium that is ten years old this year is already entrenched with old media people in a new format.
It’s good to know that there are so many people who will happily tell you how to blog, how to find your niche and how to optimize search engine efficiency. I probably did the opposite of every single thing a blog on blogging will tell you to do, and I still rose to the “top.”
Courting will be three years old in August. I first realized that people actually read blogs that following November.
In blogging years we have been around for decades. And found an audience the first day we hit BE.If anybody wants BE credits, please email me. I don’t know who put so many in my account. I didn’t find that to be a wonderful gift.
Can I be real? Between all the social networks and other things, blogging’s becoming one huge popularity contest. I don’t Twitter. I tried unjoining Blog a Log but there was no opt out available. I find it disconcerting to see my picture in different blogs.
These options are fine for people who blog for a hobby, but for a writer it’s time consuming, tedious, and not worth my time.
“I follow,” “don’t follow,” can go crazy trying to find the code to link all people who comment. I’m sorry, only have BE credits if wanted for comment payment. Blogging linkage has reached absurd heights. That said, link to me–the old fashioned way, in blog rolls, if you like my blog. I was going to say mutual linkage is a good thing, and it is, but I no longer understand the game nor really care to learn it.
I don’t do Face Book or My Space. My niece gave up her account at twelve because she felt it was too Middle Schoolish, and she was in Seventh Grade.
Middle School was the worst experience of too many people’s lives. I won’t begin to go into all the blogging cliques etc.
I have never been a clique person, but always on the fringes of many. I like it that way.
I do know bloggers who were forced to give up their blogs because of gossip or nasty comments. I’m not big on comments because I did get so many hateful ones in the beginning. This fun, interactive experience became scary.
I’m not scared of dissenting points of views. I dislike people who put me down because I’m me. I fell too easily into defending myself, but I stopped.
I have never written to become popular and am not about to now.
I write because I love to write.
I have always thought of Courting as the Parker Posey of blogs. Independent, strong, and not wiling to sell out. Maybe, but the price has to be incredible; the rewards substantial.
I’m tired of everything blogging. Even on days I don’t post I do think about my blog. It overtakes other things in importance when it should be the least important thing.
I’m obsessive and blogging gives immediate gratification. I feel productive even when I’m being counter-productive.
I feel resentful when I’m supposed to prove my blogging worthiness over and over again, as more and more people begin who don’t know my blog.
I can’t and won’t do this. I don’t have the energy, the will or the want to become a “big” blogger all over again.
I’m not nuking my blog. I’m proud of it. It contains a lot of truly horrible posts, some mediocre posts and some truly great ones
I might post in it once a week. But I can’t be held to a schedule or to do the things that I have been doing. I actually put a lot into my fiction posts. I need that energy for other things.
I need to find the joy in blogging again. There isn’t any now. It feels like a gigantic chore, but one that I actually pay to do.
I need to feel free to say what I want to say and I always find myself holding back as I’m afraid of offending somebody or some cause or something. That doesn’t go for the US federal government.
There are archives that go back to 8/04. I actually wrote a poem. Nobody read my blog so I felt free to do whatever I wanted to do.
I haven’t been following its stats for a long time. Blogging stats are the most easily manipulated thing–and I speak as somebody with so called great stats.
I feel sad about blogging. It felt as if it were an amazing medium that would let people do what they enjoy the most and/or are good at.
I do believe that I’m a good writer.
Blogging gave me so much hope. It did allow me to believe in myself and to dare to dream. There were false starts. I care passionately about the quality of my writing. I was willing to start, stop, start, but…and then I had to blog.
Where once blogging felt so free, it now feels as if courses are given so most blogs will read the same.
A few people have read all or parts of my book. They will tell you, if prodded, that they were amazed by the differences. A blog isn’t a book. I have always known that. I have a dawg and I have a___. He will tell you, if asked nicely.
I haven’t been able to sit at a computer for twelve or more hours a day, seven days a week for awhile.
This makes me feel as if I’m a slacker. I’m not, but….
Recently I noticed how much of my life I was neglecting for my blog. It just feels so damn productive when it it’s anything but
I’m writing a memoir and it’s a good one. I can be found at the nearest Starbucks or Dean & DeLuca for the rest of the summer.