About THE TRACK, blogging, like all creative writing, is more labor and practice than it is anything else. Yes, it takes “voice” — a person with something to express and a dedication to figure out how to do that — but writing is habit, is routine, is a form of fitness: without a routine of labor involved, you exist in the privacy of the imagination and that does little to communicate when no one else knows what’s there.
I have excuses, however, for not authoring much-to-any bloggage recently and most of it has to do with: me relocating, me having pneumonia immediately afterward (the past few weeks, since but only recently recovered), me spending what computer time I could muster and even find during all of that in the comments section of Wizbang out of frustration with my malaise during the move and the pneumonia, and, me writing other projects other than bloggage on a routine schedule (I maintain a commitment to my projects o’ fiction — that’s my private stuff that I don’t “blog” or internet-visit about).
I abandoned a while ago, just before my relocation earlier this month, the entire “bigger, best, better and by measurements” approach about this blog site (and others because I stopped paying any attention to site stats because of that) and decided to find another track, another approach to and about blogging other than by comparisons to and/or relationships with other bloggers.
No, as for this site’s content and my writing time, if it’s creative work otherwise, it’s on another page, and if it’s blogging, it’s here (and it’s here when I have something casual about which to write and I use “casual” as a typifying term to separate expressive writing projects from commentary/bloggage: blogging is casual, even when I’m serious and intent as to opinions and commentary blogged).
What I decided a while ago was that to blog was schedule-less. Otherwise, it’s the routine of work and that I reserve for the expressive projects that aren’t on the internet. I guess the blog is more like, say, “my letters” — some things get folded and sent, some things get tossed into the fire, some things get put away unfinished or pending rewrite, and the “letters” contain candid, heartfelt reality. The other work, on the other hand, is like gardening: you lose the crop if you fail to manage the soil, the plants, the seasons, well, and there’s no hiding place when the weather doesn’t comply with best expectations.
Some people, however, maintain blogging as routine and commitment to schedule — high word volume, daily posts — but I don’t. I write commentary when I can both think through issues and then take the time away from other life activities to allow my name to associate with what I publish. That last part is an easy workaround if you publish under fictitious identity, obviously, so to blog-a-lot isn’t always to blog-well, it just means you’ve arranged time to blog-a-lot and whether or not you sign or don’t sign what you write, as also who does your research, what legacy or lack of legacy you have in mind for your blog content.
It’s complicated but it does work itself out as to who blogs what and who reads whom and why: the fictitious user names, the unsigned work, then, is appealing under certain circumstances, the daily bloggers are certainly admirable and informative and I, too, rely on and enjoy some. So I don’t have a problem with the high-volume from others.
However, I have certain marginalizations of my time and thought processes and I have a few titles of fiction that require devotion and resources and so I don’t — at times — blog as much as I resort to writing comments elsewhere on friendly-blogs (at least not hostile ones) when there’s something of commentary worth expressing.
Thus, the track is singular here and personally hewn. I’m not following the track of others, and I’ve worked to lay down my own pathway. An email from another blogger complains that I don’t update BIRD “enough” but “enough” is a sliding scale, given who can devote what time to do which and how often and why and what else they are not doing while they’re blogging, or, if you’re very fortunate, how many helpers you have available to do the basic housekeeping of research leaving you to write the top — it takes a lot of time to gather related links to any one post, to organize references and those URLs, and it takes time to publish all of that afterward. It just requires more of that time when it’s done by one person — the site management, organization of referential material, the writing itself, the ongoing upkeep consistently necessary to maintain good publishing.
Combine that with the necessities of life off the page and sometimes, well, life off the page has to come first.
About THE TRAIN, mine hasn’t wrecked. About THE WRECK, it’s not going to happen.