She is here.
She is here.
This blog has been fallow for a while. And I’ve been thinking. Do I continue it? This is what I don’t know. But here’s the thing.
I miss it.
Or rather, what I miss is blogging from the early aughts, before social media grabbed everybody’s attention. I fell into that time suck along with everyone else—not blaming anyone here. Because initially, social media seemed like it might be a good thing—keep up with everyone in one place. Wouldn’t that be fun? Useful? Unifying?
We all know what happened with that. I find myself (doom) scrolling and not interacting. I miss posts if I’m not on the site(s) every day or even every hour. I know there are ways of finessing feeds, of filtering, and so on. I don’t want to work that hard at something so fleeting. And social media is still far too loud (for lack of a better word). It always has been. What seems like an introvert’s dream is kind of a nightmare.
Blogging, though? Like back in the day? Could that be a way to engage with a community? Everything old is new again? John Scalzi over at Whatever seems to think so. With the dissolution of social media, maybe blogs are coming into their second act.
Maybe I am too. I mean, I am fast approaching that stage of life where I get to call myself a woman of a certain age. Maybe I’m already there.
If I venture into blogging again, I’m thinking less promotion (although I’ll certainly post when I have something published) and essentially ignoring SEO.
Instead, I’d like to do a little more exploring. I’m trying out new things, like signing up for the ProHort Core Course (the self-study version of the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum’s Master Gardener Course). Certainly, I could blog about my misadventures with that.
I’m still reading blogs, but I realize that commenting and interacting is a way to find a new blogging community.
I’m still writing fiction, but it’s been a gradual climb back after my mother’s death. I’m still here.
More importantly, I still want to be.
I spent Sunday morning with the fox family in our backyard, by which I mean, I was up on the deck watching them. Seriously, I don’t know what’s in our lawn, but clearly it’s delicious.
One came back later in the day, near sunset, to frolic and chomp a few more delicacies, but it was too dark to snap a picture.
So, in the comments that shall not be named, but that I always delete? I find this one:
Hi my family member! I want to say that this post is awesome, great written and come with almost all significant infos. I’d like to look more posts like this.
I love this. I love this so hard. Am I so dim that I’m fooled by “Hi my family member!” You never know, so it’s a worth a shot, yes? Although I am pretty stoked that my posts come with almost all significant infos. Mind you, not all of them. This gives me something to strive for.
Until further notice, this will be my favorite comment that shall not be named, but that I always delete.
Do you have a spam problem on this blog?
Well played, Spammer. Well played.
Stolen from Annie Cardi.
Which Shakespeare character are you? Apparently, I am Rosalind and I’m thinking it would be a lot more fun to live in a Shakespeare comedy than in one of his tragedies, no?
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