Happy 1st Birthday to my blog!
One year of weekly posts, and I gotta tell you, it hasn’t been easy. For someone whose brain never shuts up, I have difficulty thinking of something to write. It’s obvious, looking back, that some of my posts would have been better off unposted.
Why do I blog then? Honestly? I was advised to do so by people who have been successful with writing. Most of them insisted a website is important these days, as is a large following on social media.
I have been successful in writing this year. Strangely, though, I feel like blogging and managing social media has taken up time that I should have spent writing. Even though I can’t say that blogging or hanging out on Twitter has led directly to any of my publications, I don’t exactly regret either.
Mainly, blogging is part of the self-discipline of writing. Having a weekly goal and achieving it is good for my unregulated mind. That part is beneficial. Not every post was profound or useful, but not many humans can be profound or useful on a weekly basis. I forgive my bad posts.
I don’t regret Twitter. Time-consuming, yes. Sometimes irritating, yes. But the writing community is outstanding and supportive, for the most part. I’ve “met” (only virtually) some amazing people that I consider friends, although we are unlikely to ever be in the same room. I’ve learned so much from other writers on Twitter. If I must find fault, it is the amount of time it takes to manage, especially with the spammers and creeps who clog up the DMs. Hooray for the block option!
With the blog bills paid, I’m here for another year! I’m lifting a glass to being interesting or profound more often!
