My hubby didn’t like the title on my last blog entry. He said it wasn’t what the article was about. Well, really, the article was about what I am doing in my life this weekend. I called it work because it is things I need to do, should do, will do, have to do. While I called it work, it doesn’t mean the things are drudgery or uninteresting. Usually I enjoy work. At least I like the teaching part; sometimes the grading part bites.
I was reading an article on Curmudgeonly Clerk about blogs. Supposedly out of 4 million blogs created 66% were not updated for over two months. So a lot of people thought, “Cool, blog.” and then decided that life didn’t leave them time for blogging. What an amazing idea.
I have found that I blog when I have something that’s wracking my brain and I want to talk about it and that I blog when I just want to talk. Sometimes I don’t know what I want to say, I just want to say something. I always hope, of course, that someone is listening. I know my husband reads them.
I had a lot more readers when I was on blog-city, but they weren’t regulars. They just came and went. I never got a community feel going. I prefer that. I like Dizzy Girl’s blog because she does have a community. They may all be bloggers and live in different parts of the world but they know and support each other.
Does it matter if no one reads my blog? It depends on why I blog. I enjoy comments- except really obnoxious ones– but that’s not why I blog. I blog to express myself. I do feel that by having a blog I am somewhat responsible to actually update and blog. If I’m not going to do it, I’ll take it down. I also like to talk to people. This is an anonymous venue which allows me to say things like “I enjoy watching porn” without having the people I know on a day-to-day basis start either avoiding me or praying for me about my addiction. (I’m not addicted. I just don’t mind a good movie once a month or so.)