NaBloPoMo and Pop (goes the) ularity
NaBloPoMo is beginning to take its toll. Even Fussy, whose idea it was, admitted as much. It’s not that I’m running out of things to say as such (ha! I laugh in the face of awkward silences), but it’s getting a little intense to be here so often. I don’t self-define as a blogger; rather, I’m a mother/writer/person who blogs. And being so much in the blogworld makes it too important, which is bad for my head. I start twitching about comments and readership and writing things that people will like or find interesting instead of just writing. Just blogging.
A few days ago (after reading this and this, which echoed some things I had been thinking myself) I removed my bloglines thing. This was part of an attempt to make myself less obsessive about the blogworld and about what I read and when and what that says about me. I come across primarily as a parent-blogger, but I don’t want a category. I don’t think of myself as a mommy blogger. I am a mother who blogs. I just want to write and be heard and read and hear you and not worry about who links to whom and why and how much.
Still, the randomizer has been fun and I’ve found some great sites. Today’s find is a post about bookshelves that turn into a coffin over at Struggling Author. That’s good stuff.
I think I must be incredibly naive. I always read stuff about the cliquiness of the blogosphere, but thus far have managed to avoid cattiness. But I am relatively new to blogging, maybe I just need more time. Ha ha.
NaNo burned me out so hard. I was blogging 2 blogs though, and trying to do the novel. I just came to a screaming halt and have no idea what I’m doing with my blogs anymore. Time for a break.
NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo have me twitching, huddled in the corner clutchig my laptop. Oy. Too much, way too much. I think this is the first time I’ve EVER looked forward to December.
But I did meet some cool people and read some good stuff – and it is always about the experience: the journey, not the destination is the thing. Right?
I’m finding the randomizer to be the most rewarding part of this whole Nablopomo. I’ve stumbled on a different blog that I label awesome each and every day.
And then there are the bookshelves which result in one needing a coffin.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6185854.stm
YIKES!
Alimum beat me to the punch.
I forced myself to skip a few days of posting because all I was doing was regurgitating stuff from YouTube. Zzzzzzz.
As for links and stuff, I have basically borrowed Roc Rebel Granny’s link policy of adding those who visit. My list is getting too long to read everyone daily, but it seems the most fair way of subverting a hierarchy that I can think of.
I appreciate your POV. I don’t give a rat’s posterior about the cliques in the blogosphere. Yes, there are lots of mommy blogs, lots filled with baby blather (mine included), but there are some that stop and make you think. Like yours, for example. I’m grateful for that. I’m grateful that blogging has allowed me to express my feelings and, ultimately, let them go.
I, too, am a mother who blogs. NaBloPoMo motivated me to say something worthwhile daily. I created my own work almost every day and regurgitated very little.
My blogroll? It changes. There are some links that stay permanently, but there are plenty I change b/c they don’t interest me anymore. Perhaps one key to an interesting blog is innovation or lack of complacency. YMMV.