On Writing
Writing tends to be something I enjoy doing even if it is something I tend to struggle at. Is it something that I find fun to do? I can’t really honestly answer that one to be honest.
I’ve spent a bunch of time trying to attract a larger audience to my main blog, but I think the name is probably too horrible to attract much in the way of readership. In this case, the success of my blog seems to reflect real life. Slog around for a while, have someone notice you for a day, then fade back into mediocrity and despair.
It seems more and more like that blog is really representative of me. I focus on topics that clearly do not match with the interests of the community at large. Putting things in a larger social context just doesn’t work with episodic or even editorial blog style. Then, writing episodically on a series that is far too long for most people and that stopped ages ago isn’t going to help either.
Perhaps I just turn people off with my constant feelings of inadequacy of which this is yet another case. I have started to wonder if my life ended that Tuesday in September all those years ago. That’s an all too sad story, but I probably need to tell someone before it’s too late.
So, I guess that all makes it through into my attempts at writing about things that have nothing to do with my personal life.
