However, I feel I also want to explain the skipped months here. I’m kind of at a crossroads in terms of writing this blog. I hate skipped months—when I’m browsing through blogs myself, I always see skipped months as the equivalent of a cobweb. Weeds are growing around a once-vibrant space. I tend not to read anything with skipped months myself, because I feel like I’m browsing through abandoned space.
And I hope you don’t feel that way, readers!
So, here’s my dilemma. I am not writing in, or thinking about, this blog space as much as I once did. The first is that I became a writer for a living, and spend some of my time doing that.
The second is that I’m on the cusp of now doing what I hope will become a form of blog 2.0—publishing some of the stuff that would have gone in the blog in a published-by-other-people, larger space. So a lot of my ideas now tend to become notes and drafts of larger essays rather than blog posts.
It feels like that’s the proper hoeing and weeding of this blog, as it were: re-potting it to a larger space, where (hopefully) more people can read it. I greatly love doing this blog. But I also feel that a good blogger grows ever more in scope.
But the other side of this feeling is that the blog is one of the greatest think spaces ever invented. Writing one has certainly demystified writing, if ever that was needed. It’s very cozy and comfortable to know that you can leap into your blog with whatever issue you want to write about without any mediation. It’s a diary of ideas, of a sort.
But I have to say that I’m worried about my blog. Every time I start a subject, I think to myself: “wait! Couldn’t you publish that somewhere? And shouldn’t it be held until you can?”
So the thing that once spurred me on is now holding me up.
Any thoughts on how this should be handled, readers?