As I get up at 'my goodness it is early o'clock' I like to make a pot of tea and sit reading blogs, while the world is quiet.
I read lots and lots of blogs, and am impressed by so very many. The funny blogs,the really funny blogs, the blogs of naturally gifted writers, the fabulous photo blogs, the 'here I am in all my inner self exposed to the world' blogs, although I doubt that is ever really true...I don't believe anyone doesn't use an inner filter when posting, you pay your money and take your choice, because there really is almost any kind of blog out there.
Yet I am puzzled about the dedication and work ethic thing......how, if you have a popular and fascinating blog, then just how all encompassing blogging is, and how it must eat into everyday quite significantly (especially if you decide to do this post everyday malarkey that I have set myself...I know....I am the boss of me so why am I moaning??)
My deafult setting is and always has been 'could do better but is lazy and would rather eat cake' which in turn has meant that all through my life I have never been able to nail my colours to one mast.
To fully commit, or achieve, or decide which club to apply to join..... I was never a mod, a hippie, a goth, a nerd, a slut, a punk, a domestic goddess, or any one particular 'kind'. I tinkered around the edges of all of them in one way or another. A particular hairstyle here, a way of speaking there, a kaftan with a whiff of patchouli, some sensible shoes and a satchel, baking cakes and gardening, motown, festivals, being with the wrong kind of man once or twice, staprest and short hair, 80's shoulder pads and big hair, spliffs, sensible clothes sometimes, bra-less and bare feet at others. I was never passionate about anything enough to fully commit. I admired the people who did.
I am a bystander. Which is ok. We can't all be headline acts.
The work involved in blogging, for some of the really popular blogs I read, reminds me of how 'only a toe in the water' kind of gal I am. The look of some blogs is beautiful, creative, individual, pleasureable to behold.
The natural wit of some writers is outstanding.....there are people making lots of money in the 'real' world who don't have a smidgeon of the talent that is displayed daily on t'interweb.....and I don't even use twitter or facebook so I am sure I am missing out on some quick and fabulous writing/authors...but I can't be arsed to change my phone....too busy eating cake y'see.
So, as I feel quite comfortable being a tinkerer or a dabbler I will not beat myself up about my blog or my posting. It is what it is...which is day 6 for me on my personal 'post something every day' journey.
Day 6...only 25 to go....(.wait...don't go!...it might pick up a bit in the middle!!)
In all honesty I doubt I will ever change....Lordy, at my age I think the time has passed for radical changes or a mid-life crisis....I mean, I really don't think I will ever reach 114, and would I want to? crikey...talk about scaring young children and horses.................