It seems we're seeing an increase in blogs shut down because people aren't willing to put forth the effort and time to maintain them. Sometimes I wonder how I've even kept at it for these past three years.
I guess when your blog is of a very personal nature you eventually get tired of being on display like that. You start feeling like you're just yakking on and on about yourself and no one cares anymore.
Well, if you have a good audience to begin with, usually a group of close friends, there's more reason and motivation to continue blogging. People are usually gregarious, which for the benefit of those who do not spend their free time perusing their dictionary, means that people are sociable and curious to know about others' lives. Why do you think celebrity tabloids are as popular as they are?
This brings me to my next point. It's sad to realize that most people are more interested in the negative aspect of people's lives, the dirty little secrets, the juicy scandals, etc. People are bound to misinterpret and twist your words and actions; which leads them to come to their own conclusions that paint you in a bad light. I've seen this problem lead some good bloggers to either discontinue their blog or open a private one.
I think one of the reasons I've been able to keep blogging for this long is because this blog is multifaceted; it not only serves as a log and diary of sorts, it is also used to showcase my writing, keep in touch with friends, address issues that come up in my social life, and receive needed feedback on any projects I undertake.
I'm not saying that most blogs don't include at least two of the above mentioned aspects. Also, I'm not saying that you can't successfully blog your life and gain a large audience in the process. But for people who don't have that online charisma, there's got to be more to their blog than just posts about their personal life. I think if I tried to just log my life and have a "Hey, what's up!" post every now and then, I'd lose interest and bore the heck out of my readers in the process.
Blogging is a very personal thing. You're putting yourself out for the world to see. It can't be forced or strained, and if you don't feel like it; that's fine, don't blog. The worst posts I've written have been during times I thought "Oh no, I forgot to post and I've got an audience that wants to see an update now!" You have got to enjoy blogging, if not, it's better to invest your time into something else.
Of course, there's always a time when we bloggers encounter a hump and just need to exercise a little determination and work. But if after that you're still dragging your feet, put your blog to sleep and try a new hobby. Maybe pick up tuba playing.
26 January 2008
13 January 2008
Patchwork 2:45 AM
Please do not disturb
Don't tell me how I'm wrong
Don't say it isn't worth it
I can't hear your protests
A beautiful thing
Handled clumsily
Botched art
I've done this again
You think I'm faking
You think I'm desperate
You think I've got nothing left
You think you know me
I think you're wrong
Many a night
By glow of candlelight
I've pondered these questions
Burning within
Holding to a flicker of hope
In a sea of dismal doubts
These eyes are blind
Of this you're sure
I don't need my eyes
To listen to my heart
Selfish brute
Vicious cycle
Do you care?
Is this for you?
More unshed tears
I'm humbled by this
I'm tired of useless cajoling
I'm tearing my heart open
You're turning away
Tattered like an old quilt
No amount of patchwork will save
We're coming to an end
One more smile
I want to believe
What am I to you?
Leave me for dead
I want to lie here
I can't cope with my dependence
Remember me as I was
For all the good days
Treasure our indelible memories
Don't tell me how I'm wrong
Don't say it isn't worth it
I can't hear your protests
A beautiful thing
Handled clumsily
Botched art
I've done this again
You think I'm faking
You think I'm desperate
You think I've got nothing left
You think you know me
I think you're wrong
Many a night
By glow of candlelight
I've pondered these questions
Burning within
Holding to a flicker of hope
In a sea of dismal doubts
These eyes are blind
Of this you're sure
I don't need my eyes
To listen to my heart
Selfish brute
Vicious cycle
Do you care?
Is this for you?
More unshed tears
I'm humbled by this
I'm tired of useless cajoling
I'm tearing my heart open
You're turning away
Tattered like an old quilt
No amount of patchwork will save
We're coming to an end
One more smile
I want to believe
What am I to you?
Leave me for dead
I want to lie here
I can't cope with my dependence
Remember me as I was
For all the good days
Treasure our indelible memories
Labels:
Poetry
12 January 2008
A clever pun 11:55 PM

Here is an original and interesting new album featuring Masaya Lee Rider, Stephen Douglas McNair, and Florence Helen McNair. And now I know their full names, so that if I were to ever meet them in person, I could address them formally.
I'm chuckling right now. Wait, now I'm pensive. Heavy.
07 January 2008
01 January 2008
2008 3:05 AM
And it's another new year.
Taking a good, hard look at my life and all that's happened last year has become a ritual of sorts. It's quite amazing to see just how far I've come; all that I've experienced and learned. This year has brought about many changes for me, and I know I'm not the same man I used to be. It's almost drastic.
I'm looking forward to the challenges this new year will bring. I'm looking forward to the changes, excitement, fulfillment, lessons, and maturity I'll gain.
I just can't wait.
Taking a good, hard look at my life and all that's happened last year has become a ritual of sorts. It's quite amazing to see just how far I've come; all that I've experienced and learned. This year has brought about many changes for me, and I know I'm not the same man I used to be. It's almost drastic.
I'm looking forward to the challenges this new year will bring. I'm looking forward to the changes, excitement, fulfillment, lessons, and maturity I'll gain.
I just can't wait.
Labels:
Life