Catching myself is not easy. I need Bloggers Anonymous. I can’t quit.
While Word Press kindly sent stats about how many times our blogs would fill 747s and Taj Mahals, those statistics did nothing to help my time management. After nearly a year of working this formless world of blogging, time speeds by faster than shooting stars.
As with all aspects of life, I needed an honest and thorough inventory of this blog life. I have been reviewing my connection with you, my Bloghood beloveds, around whom I’ve cast a rather large net.
I’ve discovered some startling facts.
- I have subscribed to 70 regular, active and fascinating blogs. On top of this, I belong to a Writer’s Club that hosts many more members with blogs and comments.
- I read your blog’s comments – then pop over and check out the commentor’s blogs and the comments they receive.
Are you still with me?
- Most of the blogs to which I subscribe post daily. Some post multiple times per day. This is a dilemma.
- Is this what the Guides meant when they told me to start a blog, write and connect? They told me that I was to fulfil my role as a Spirit Builder.
Back to my opening statement, do I have to reduce the number of blogs to read? How would I do that? Do I have eyes bigger than my day? My writing has taken back seat, but maybe that’s where it’s supposed to be. I laughed when Word Press posed the question: Do I want to post more frequently? No, Word Press. At this stage, I just want to post and read blogs, leave comments and have a life away from the computer. Just add a few hours to my day.
Since you are a bunch of divergent keeners who come up with brilliant material, please share how you manage your blog activities and still write your posts. I do mean “write”…I cheat at times and put in other people’s photos and others’ quotes (as I’m doing today – see below). Maybe that’s not cheating, but I prefer to author most of my own material.
What has this inventory shown me? I love this blog life. It’s exciting. It feeds my need for a global mentality.
What do bloggers give back? You are the story tellers and the teachers. You encourage. You support. You buoy bloggers just when it seems time to quit. You provide an opportunity to give. You act as if we something to offer.
One of my non-blogging friends said, “The comment sections are like big love-ins.” At first I felt defensive. I told her that if we want critiques, we can join a writer’s club. Or, via email, ask individuals, whose opinions we trust, for feedback. Then I realized, it’s good to encourage, appreciate, support and adore each other. Is there a better place for some literary stroking? If anyone doesn’t like a blog, there is a very simple, silent and significant solution. Don’t come back.
Turns out that one of my favourite Blogs, The Only Cin, has similar feelings: Here’s her perceptions: http://theonlycin.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/blogging-diplomacy-and-keeping-panic-at-bay/
Now on to my Spirit Builder role:
What is it like to die? What is on the other side? Nanci Danison knows. She’s been there and remembers.
Nanci shares a powerful message. Here’s a link to Part 1 of a series of her videos. Nanci Danison is/was a Medical Lawyer who died and came back to life. She chose to come back to her body. She made the decision to remember what it was like being on the other side. She returned a committed messenger. She came back with a memory full of evolutionary material.
If you want freedom from concepts that shackle our lives, Nanci addresses Karma, etc, in this other video.
In another video, she answers a huge question: “What does God expect from me? This one gives me God bumps.
Hi. I’m Amy and I’m a Blogaholic.
Please share your Bloghood tricks. Help save my soul, fellow scribes, so I connect and write smarter. I don’t want to take up a tactic confessed by one commentor. She takes her Blackberry to bed. She hides it under her pillow.
My Over The Top Guides are pushing some hilarious stuff on me. The last time I asked them about a very moving event, the visual they provided looked like a staff Christmas Party. One of them was dancing with the woman with the red leather coat. I was in stitches. Flagrant teasing. Unconditional joy oozed out of that scenario. I’d like to find a way to outsmart them. If you have any ideas about that, pass those along as well.
2011 is definitely a year for fun. As I told a friend, it’s going to sizzle. I’m putting a seat belt on my saddle. The bronco is another story.