What, you should want a little funny?
I was just minding my own business. Reading other people’s blogs and happily updating my own blog with my random thoughts about my grandma. Then I found Intersected (you know, Jamie of Twitter Should Hire Me fame). Her site was all “I’m an adult that knows things!” and “Look at me, making a name for myself and looking like a source of information.” We then IM’d and became internet BFFs. But I hate her. Why? Because I am me, and I let the crazy out.
She was nice enough to help me figure out some design stuff and she gave me the sage advice of “Don’t worry, you’ll figure out blogging.” All of a sudden, I realized I didn’t even know what I wanted to figure out. And then became obsessed with figuring it out. I just wanted to practice writing again and then I start looking at page views, and wondering why no one has subscribed and I’m trying to figure out an audience and it’s all – what am I doing?
While it would be nice to make money, I don’t really want to run google ads or anything. I think I just want someone to read what I write and it would be nice if it also helped me look professional. But, maybe I should save those posts for a THIRD blog with my actual name in it, and leave this blog for just “here’s what I did today, blahblahIfellonmybuttwhilewalkingagainblah.” So, I overanalyzed my fun little blogging project and I am annoyed that I am behind schedule for my weekly “Gallery of Awful Art.”
I tell her all this, and she tells me to write all of this in my blog. Is this is what you freaking people want to read?! Stories about my insane grandma and why I can’t figure out which towel to bring with me to the gym? Because I think that’s what I want to write about.
Please, for the love of all things holy and to save my new Internet-friendship (and hundreds in therapy co-pays) – come out of the commenting closet and tell me what you like about this blog, or what you want to see more of. And save me from blogging about blogging.