But I've taken 425 days to review mine. This might seem like an exaggeration. But you clearly don't know me. Perhaps you would like to ask me how shopping for a new dishwasher went?
The reasons for not writing a blog are pretty clear:
People will think you are stupid.
People will say you're not an expert.
People will make fun of blogs in general because in general blogs are about things no one really cares about.
People will say you are not a writer.
A few reasons to write a blog:
People say that they read it -- and they have their reasons, who are you to argue.
People will say you are a writer.
People don't matter. What you really need to accomplish is remembering what happened at the speed of life, once upon a time when your kids were little.
I accidentally quit this blog. There was no profound moment when I threw up my hands and declared, "This is the end." It just happened.
In fact the last time I thought, "Hmmm I should write a blog entry," I sat down and wrote a long list of all the topics I wanted to cover. The really important stuff like what my favorite mascara is. That's when I realized, actually, I shouldn't blog.
In my mind there is a difference between writing and blogging. In the beginning, blogging was fun. It was a record. It was fairly personal. It gave my introvert brain a chance to mull over everything I'd seen in a day and chit chat with myself about it.
Then it became a thing. Like an audience thing. And people around me had blogs. Fancy blogs that had relevant information. They tracked their visitors, and recruited sponsors, and became like an overnight sensation. Made books deals!
I never wanted that. Never had that. Never tried to have that.
This is just a little group of essays on daily life. Just me missing my craft. Wait, that's a little overstated. I'm not like a world-renowned basketweaver or anything. So I don't really have a craft per se. But I am never short on opinions. I listen to people -- particularly my kids -- and I write down what they say. I make a fair amount of grammatical errors much to the dismay of one of my favorite teachers. But even she Facebook-liked (that's a verb, right?) the idea of a resurrection.