(or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Blog)
So, I’ve been “actively” (read: I told my 3 friends) blogging for around six months now, and I must say that it’s been enlightening in a number of ways. Looking back, fully 25% of my posts have been Titans-related, which doesn’t paint a bright picture for this place with the offseason approaching. On the other hand, my hits have been steadily improving in spite of my absenteeism, which either means I became a regular on a few lists or the spambots don’t discriminate.
With the new year fast approaching I feel some need for self-reflection. This has definitely been and continues to be a learning experience, and consequently I’ve noticed a few trouble spots worth mentioning:
10. Committing to a Timeline. One shouldn’t start a series (read: Titans recaps) without the resolve to stay on top of it, or at least the ambivalence to give it up without guilt. I possess neither, so I may refrain from such commitments in the future.
9. The Expression “Part I”. That was a really dumb move on my part… three times now I think. I still owe a Part II on the election that’s 7 weeks old. From now on, if it can’t be said in one post any sequels will be surprises.
8. Essays of Thoughtful Commentary. Anybody wonder how Instapundit can blog 50 times a day? Three reasons immediately come to mind: college professors have fluid work schedules, mainstream sites have guest bloggers and research aides, and most significantly, each post is only two sentences long. While this site wouldn’t be mine if I wasn’t willing to comment freely, shorter posts are probably closer to the happy medium.
7. Bloglines, My False Friend. I love Bloglines and will shamelessly plug Jacob as thanks for introducing me to it. However, the ease of checking for updated sites comes with a newfound urge to scroll through every back post instead of just taking a screen glance. This has got to stop — anything I missed yesterday that was really worth saying will just show up on someone else’s blog today.
6. Falling off the Wagon. Actually feeling like you have a readership and then recklessly abandoning them because you just feel behind on things is probably not the best way to win friends and influence people. I am not good with plants; I forget to water them and they die. I care more about blogs than I do plants though, so maybe I should try a bit harder, eh?
5. Finding the “Fun” in “Blog”. Yeah, so none of the letters in fun are even in blog, or weblog, or website, or Chad for that matter. But just bear with me. I am done telling my friends “I have to go to the coffee shop and do work now” when really I mean blogging. I have a day job; I don’t need two.
4. Navigating the Day Job. Speaking of day jobs, I really should stop sleeping in and playing internet spades at work and get some stuff done so I can drink coffee and post happily. This working 12 hours a day only because I slacked off and then bringing it home with me as some kind of constant guilt trip really will have to stop.
3. Managing Expectations. How much do I really want to be writing on this site, anyway? It’s less than some people, but definitely more than I have been. Will I start posting more as I fall into a routine? As much as I seem like a routine kind of guy, though, when was the last time I was in a routine? Hmm, this one could be tough.
2. Accommodating the Regulars. While it’s not as much of a problem for me, I know friends for whom it’s quite an issue. What’s the balance between what’s personally interesting and what’s generally interesting? My opinion on the matter is that individuals writing on their own websites have a right to be their own best friends. Consequently, I don’t take requests — but I will entertain casual suggestions :)
1. Defying the Labels. If blogging were entirely a hobby I wouldn’t care if I never posted, which really isn’t true nor would I want it to be. (Pardon the double negative overload.) If blogging were purely a chore I would rue time spent here, in which case why would I even be writing at all? No, it’s somewhere in between for me — I’m not sure where yet, but somewhere.
Well, I guess that’s probably as close to a New Year’s Resolution as anybody’s going to get from me. I have an email address if it should seem like I’m straying too far from my own expectations.