First, let me say I appreciate all of my readers and followers. You have no idea how thrilling it is when a reader hits like on a post, especially one that I felt was good. Or the elation when I get a new follower, not to diminish all of my followers. Sometimes I scratch my head and wonder why anyone would bother to read what I write or why you would choose to follow me. Then after a while, I shrug my shoulders and decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I greatly appreciate that you would use your time to read my words.
Why do bloggers blog? For me, it’s because I have something to say. Something that I feel needs to be shared. Some do it to make money. I need to figure out how to do that – how to make money while doing something I love. You may see advertising on my blog – I don’t know. If so, I don’t make a dime on that. I suppose it’s just part of the deal for having a free blog. I personally think WordPress is amazing, so if they decide to rent space on my free space I can’t very well argue with them. If I don’t like it, then I’ll go buy my domain name. I have to make a profitable income before justifying that.
Why does a reader choose to follow a particular blog? Because somewhere in the rants and raves, the reader connects with what the blogger says.
I occasionally scroll through new blogs, different blogs, something new and fresh. I can relate to a few food blogs because you know, food. I might find a particular article on a sports blog interesting but I’m not going to follow a sports blog. I read a lot of writing-related blogs for new ideas, motivation, and to help me improve my craft.
My blog is a place for self-expression and creativity. The fact that it has attracted readers is at times dumbfounding to me, at times ridiculously motivating, and at other times the only thing that keeps me moving forward and not sit in a corner and cry.
I’m not big on airing my daily struggles. Yes, I have them and have on occasion mentioned them, but my view is that these struggles do not define me. Our struggles are real, they shape us, mold us, strengthen us to become who we are, sometimes better, sometimes worse. Succeeding despite obstacles gets me motivated.
A particular blog that I follow is my niece, mostly sharing her vlogs about her gastric bypass surgery. I’m so proud of her, she’s been amazing and has reached a great amount of success. I’m not interested in listening to the other weight loss surgery patients sharing their testimonies. I’m sure that they would have some interesting things to say, but I don’t want to spend my time doing that. This one is my niece – I’m sure you can see my interest.
So, in evaluating my blog – what have I done that is successful? what have I done that failed? what could I do better? what posts do my readers like the most? – it’s up to me to decide what to post and what not to post. Occasionally I rant. Hopefully, it’s not more frequent than I think it is. Occasionally it’s random bits of fun because we all need a bit of silliness, a smile, and a dose of happy. Most of the time it’s something writing related.
I spent part of last month reviewing past posts to see what was most liked, which ones were fails, and where should I go from here. The photography A to Z challenge was fun! I hope that my readers enjoyed it. There are a couple of benefits to photography:
- I decide what to take pictures of, for instance,if I want a certain image for a post, I can do it/stage it myself.
- I don’t have to worry about copyright infringement or someone suing me over an image that I shared and didn’t profit from.
- Something that I find interesting to photograph may prompt an entire story or flash piece.
- Knowing that I am not a photographer I can have fun and don’t take myself too seriously.
The photography challenge gave me the chance to review things and assess what next. Part of me wishes there was a canned monthly blog challenge somewhere that I could just go to and read the assignment and say – Oh, today we are posting about topic A, tomorrow, topic B, and so on. That wouldn’t be very original though, would it? If that were the case, then you could go to any blog and get the exact same thing with slight variations.
It’s kind of like Pinterest. You can look up any topic, scroll through various ideas until you find one you like. For instance – home office/designs and styles. My daughter is coming home from school next week for the summer and possibly longer. (With only one year left to obtain her masters, I think it’s a really bad decision. She’s 21 – time she experiences the repercussions of her decisions.) I have to move my desk from the shared space in her room since she will be here full-time now. (See what I did there? Nice segue way, eh?)
Where? Where am I to go with my stuff? I haven’t had a real office area. I set up the desk in her room and to be honest the desktop became an instant catch-all for my stacks of books, research information, notebooks. . . yes, it’s a mess. I reverted back to setting up my laptop on the kitchen table. Which means that I have to clear up my stuff every single day and move it off of the table for meals.
This is disruptive to creative flow.
A brief period of pondering led me to the conclusion that I have nowhere to go with my stuff. The hubs wants it off of the table, the daughter wants it out of her room, and I want my own space!
SOLUTION: make my own space.
How do you carve out your own space? By tapping into an underused resource – our basement. Up to now, our basement has been a collect all repository for stuff. All sorts of stuff.
We have a small home. Our kitchen does not have a pantry. It has traditional kitchen cabinets. We made an area in our basement that is a walk in pantry. Unfortunately, the pantry contains mostly nonfood items at this time. The laundry area is determined by where the water connection is. But the rest of the basement is unfinished and untapped. I’ve been furiously cleaning the mess down there. I’m embarrassed to admit the accumulation of stuff.
- I have a yarn problem. I have filled 1.5 large plastic storage tubs with yarn.
- I have a fabric problem. I have filled 2.5 large tubs with fabric. Oh, and my sewing machine is broke.
- Books – oh dear lord, the number of books. I can’t blame this one on the hubs, he only has one shelf of books. I need at least 3 more bookshelves to house my books. More like 4 or 5. SIGH – maybe I can part with a few of them. OK, ten. I can let go of ten. Instead of a wall, maybe I can get him to build me a wall of built-in bookshelves. NO – I can let go of ten. Maybe I can start with one. But which one do I sacrifice?
Anyway, I’ve been working and the time is quickly slipping away before my daughter returns home. I know this is a little different than what I usually share, but . . . this is my blog. There are other aspects to life besides dealing with what the next part of the story is or how to manage time.
Having your own space is a necessary thing. Part of my clutter problem is that I don’t have a place for my stuff.
Isn’t it ironic, that this very obvious condition becomes apparent to me as I start to put myself first? Or at least occasionally? I cherish the personal space of my blog. I plan to make my personal office space my retreat, my fortress of solitude, my getaway, my zen garden.
NO, I’m not putting sand on the floor. That’s just silly. I’ll share tomorrow about the cat litter on the floor, though.
How do you define your space? Do you have a place that you call your own?
Write on my friends, write on!