So I say I'm going to blog and then I don't. Funny, this is a pattern in my personality that has only lasted... five years now? I've been a blogger for five years?! Or more! Wow. Wowie McWowerson. I'm a little embarrassed, but mostly not.
I think the shift in blogging has come from a pretty big change in myself, though. And I don't think Bloggergate is entirely to blame. I mean, yeah, the desire to blog seriously decreases when your family calls you out on the nasty things you come up with when you're having a bad day. But a lot of other things have changed. Blogging used to be a personal thing and in the past few years I've really wanted to stop airing my personal business, especially in a way that is semi-anonymous and therefore tends to be passive-aggressive and whiney (at least in my case). So, then what? I blog about George Harrison and the books I am reading and a snippet of the writing I'm working on. I mean, that's interesting to me, I suppose, but then, why not just think these thoughts in my head and leave them at that. To blog about anybody else I know would be invasive and rude.
So on to the invasive and rude, starting with ____.
Just kidding.
Unless you want me to blog about you. Maybe that's the best idea. I can just write blogs about people that nominate themselves. KK, would you like to be first? And probably only, which means that I could blog about you once a week for a year and you'd have fifty blogs about how somebody loves you?
Ah, this is just getting sad.
