it’s the size of the blog that matters
Apparently, I’m blogging for the chicks. Seems the women like the big blogs. If that’s the case, I’m doing it wrong. Actually, I think motivation for blogging is pretty easy: You start blogging because you got shit to say. It’s pretty simple. After that, I think maybe you start doing it for some other purpose (maybe even for the chicks but definitely for affirmation).
A while back, I posted The Stages Of Blogging which basically boil down to you got something to say and want to say it:
Stage 1: You start the blog because you got shit to say.
Stage 2: You say your shit, no one cares.
Stage 3: Having said your shit, you start criticizing or praising other people’s shit.
Stage 4: People notice you criticizing or praising their shit. People start to care.
Stage 5: You realize you get more input and affirmation when criticizing or praising other people’s shit. And it’s easier.
Stage 6: You just link shit and occasionally talk about shit you got to say.
Stage 7: You’re weary of talking shit. Same shit, different day.
Stage 8: You no longer have shit to say because you’ve already said it all. A few times.
Stage 9: You give up blogging, then occasionally post something insightful on other peoples blogs.
Update: The shorter version.
October 7th, 2008 at 9:19 am
This says it in many fewer words!
October 7th, 2008 at 11:46 am
I guess I’m a slacker. I skipped to number 9 and bypassed the preliminary steps.
At least, I’m told that some of my posts are insightful…hell, who am I to judge?
Regards,
Rabbit.
October 7th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Well, 4 years now and I’m still at stage 1; and have generally avoided stage 2.
I also generally avoid stages 3 through 6 as well.
Problem is, I occasionally fall into 7 and 8… but then all of a sudden I’m back to stage 1.
‘Spose that’s the difference between people who blog as bloggers, and people who blog as writers.
October 7th, 2008 at 2:24 pm
Sounds familiar.
October 7th, 2008 at 4:08 pm
I went directly to stage 9 as well, although “insightful” could be debated. I noticed one has to keep preparing hors d’oeuvres for visitors. I don’t like to cook so much anymore. Busman’s holiday. So here’s a Dorito.