If you haven’t noticed I have the Blogging Blues. And it’s terrible. I didn’t even finish the #31WrieNow writing challenge.
In 2006, I started my first blog anonymously just eager to read other people’s stuff and get some really random thoughts out–mainly about things that annoyed me at work. Blogging then was its own little community, almost like a secret. Online magazines and blogging weren’t the “in thing” and many hadn’t figured out that you can really make a living off blogging about beauty products, fashion, relationships or whatever else. Seven years later, I’m wondering what’s my purpose in blogging anymore. I rarely have time to do it (excuses). I’ve been more into writing for compensation rather than publishing the several posts sitting in my drafts folder.
Of all of the many things to write about, I have little to no desire to share opinions on anything because, frankly, everyone else has already sone it. The hot topics change so quickly, before you can get your thoughts together to communicate an issue effectively, the next blow-up has happened. So what else could I blog about? I could tell you about my adventures in testing out activities that substitute for working out in the gym. Or maybe about the disaster that was the MTV Video Awards or the blank stare moments that are sure to happen in teaching this semester.
It’s amazing that daily someone “endorses” my blogging skills on LinkedIn, but I don’t consider myself a blogger as much anymore. Maybe I’m a writer who has a blog? Lately, I’ve been a writer who doesn’t write. Oddly enough, a friend just started and blog and asked for feedback and pointers. I’m going to send her Luvvie’s post from earlier today. It was pretty reads my life as it relates to writing and blogging. This thing is about habits and even expectations. You never know who’s reading and waiting for another post.