I have been through all of the stages of flaking out on a blog: guilt for being slack, regret for all the words not being written, anger that an inanimate object can cause me so much guilt and regret, avoidance of all things blog-related and the negative feelings these bring, and I have finally made it to a general feeling of indifference. It seems that the longer I leave it, the less I feel guilty and the more I feel a calm sort of resignation. Like, it was an interesting experiment, but maybe it’s not for me. Because, what I didn’t realise when I first got into the game is that blogging is a LOT of work. It’s more than just busting out a few hundred words and sending it out into the world – I mean, it can be that, if you don’t want to be part of the community, but ultimately, to have a successful, well-read, much-visited blog, you have to give as much as you take. You need to read other blogs, comment on them, engage with the community, and just generally give a shit. And, thats the thing, giving a shit is hard work, it could be a full-time job in fact, except that I feel like my actual job is a lot less work and much better paid.
So, why are you even writing this post, I hear you ask. Well, despite all the talk of blogging being hard work, I was really enjoying it for a while there. And seeing as I always talk about wanting to be a writer, posting regularly (or semi-regularly at least) was good discipline for making sure I wrote a little bit of something every couple of days.
Thus, I am making a comeback – or an attempt at one, anyway. I’m going to try for two posts a week, which to you ace bloggers out there probably borders on the pathetic, but I know my limits and if I set my sights small, then hopefully I’ll not disappoint. It’s like my boss always says: under-promise/over-deliver.
Watch this space bloggers (and look out for my comments on yours – I’m coming for you)!
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