It’s been a tad over three months now since I first opened my WordPress blogging account. Although my original goal was to have a quiet, nondescript place where I’d post writing snippets and get feedback, it hasn’t quite worked out that way.
For starters, I’ve only posted a teaser once. While some people seem to get fueled by talking about their work-in-progress, I’ve discovered I’m the opposite. Talking about writing, for me, undermines the urgency of the act.
Then there’s the fact that my blog has taken on a life of its own. It’s become a self-rolling snowball; a citrus-themed monster that wreaks havoc with my day-timer; a mesh through which I filter every single life experience. It’s also my very dear companion.
As illustrated just last weekend. There I was, endless hours on my hands as my son played in a Chaotic card tournament. I had no Internet, no other commitments, and, purposefully, no one else’s fiction to read. I could have been making headway on my work-in-progress. But did I take advantage of the time? Noooo. Instead I was rubbing my hands together in glee, chortling over the rich material before me, wondering if you guys would find it nearly as entertaining as I. Oy. Blogging has warped me. More than I was previously, anyway.
So, I thought it would be interesting to have a conversation about blogging. For those of you who don’t yet blog, what do you see that makes you hesitate? For those that have succumbed to the blogosphere, how it has changed you? What are your pro-blogging arguments, the cons? And if you could begin anew, what would you do differently? In short, where are you on the blog monkey/blog beneficiary spectrum?