It seems the more you put into getting your blog read, the less you put into creating something to be read. Then the more you try to create stuff the be read the thinner you spread yourself trying to be everything to everyone. Then you realize no one cares so you go back to trying to get noticed. It's a circle, never ending. But, do you even remember why you wanted to start a blog? I never really did have a real plan in mind. I thought blogs were ultra cool, the community was a lot smaller and fun, the whole web publishing thing still holds a ton of appeal to me too. But, I think I lost myself somewhere along the way. I've stretched myself backwards and inside out trying to get attention, make the numbers on my counter go up. All the while telling myself I didn't really care if the counter moved at all. That wasn't the point. Yet, I joined webrings, blogrolls and did other stuff to help increase traffic here. For what?
I don't reliably stay on any one topic. I don't even journal regularly any more. Sometimes I just don't want to say anything yet I feel I have to come up with something to post to mark the day.
It's silly. What does one blog matter? Why do I care if I have traffic? I think I want to be heard and yet at the moment I don't have a whole lot I want to talk about. I wish I was still doing my site for writers. I liked that, it had a purpose for one thing.
I'm not going to quit blogging, I've been doing it too long to quit. This isn't my first blog or the only blog ware I've used. I wish I still had my old blogs, I did try to keep some of the old stuff but it seems to have gotten lost during this move or that move. Likely it's never to be seen again.
Not like me. I will be seen again, just not today I think. I'm off to see the Wizard.
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I've been doing this on and off in some form or another since 1999/2000. At first it was a way for people who I might meet online in hopes of dating could get to know me.
The first reward was that as I wrote about I started remembering all sorts of things I'd long forgotten.
And as tired and corny as it may sound I did often find myself getting a better handle on, more refined view of who I am sexually.
Sometimes I put things on blogs to help people. Other nights it is just because I've become addicted to the process.
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