I love blogging. I love blogging in the morning; I love blogging at suppertime. At first, blogging for me was about putting some thoughts “out there” for the world to see, and that was okay, but then slowly, blogging became more and more “about” social interaction in the form of comments. Now I’ve blogged on comments before, and I don’t think I’m in a minority when I say that comments (getting them, mainly, but also the dialogue that can be exchanged in comments) make blogging grand. I love to log on (though not really because yahoo! has that stay logged on for two weeks thing now) and find comments; even after a year and some change, it still thrills me. And it’s always fun when someone has found an early post and commented on that; it’s fun to reread old posts, and it’s marvelous to think anyone would care what I have to say enough to check out an old post. Gives me the warm fuzzies every single time.
Blogging is SO grand, in fact, that sometimes it seems to suck up all my time and energy. Time and energy I should be devoting to other things (oh, I don’t know, like paying bills, doing laundry, working). So I break (no, this isn’t an I’m taking another break, Gang post), and I’ve noticed that others take blogging breaks, too. That got me wondering about the addictiveness of this medium, what is it about blogging that becomes so consuming that we actually need to disentangle ourselves from time to time to attend to “life matters”? And am I alone in getting a growing sense that blogland isn’t really a strange and special place outside of “reality” but an actual part of my reality, a part that I cherish more and more as time goes by and in no small part due to the very real and very special people I’ve met here? That’s a verbose way of saying that some of the friendships I’ve made here seem to transcend the blogosphere and feel “real.”
That doesn’t change the fact, though, that for some people blogging is clearly a “hobby”, like stamp collecting or macrame. Pick it up when you feel like it, don’t touch it when you don’t. That’s okay, too, of course. And it’s also a place where people seem to reinvent themselves and their pages (sometimes in a scary near-psychotic fashion). Me? I decided pretty early on that I wanted my page to reflect my scary near-psychosis, that I wanted to talk about politics, fashion, social injustice, food, racism, shoes . . . just whatever struck me whenever it did. There are all sorts of specific page “types” out there (politics, photos, sports, art, funny sayings/comics, etc.), and they’re all fun and interesting to read, view, experience, but I sometimes wonder how much thought goes into the making of a themed or topic-specific page. And is it difficult to stay focused on only one theme or topic?
I’ve also noticed that there are clear blogging “seasons”; I mean summer seems to be a less busy blog space, as (I imagine) people are out in boats, at the beach, picnicking, skipping through fields, swimming in pools, and doing other seasonal outdoorsy stuff that I’ve read about in magazines or seen on tv. That makes sense, when it’s cold and icky and there’s nothing much else to do (winter), people tend to blog more. Summer seems to be when people take their family vacations, too, and that means (very often) a vacation from blogging, as well.
I don’t know what I’m saying here as I’ve jumped from comments to blogland vs. reality to blog breaks/seasonal blogging, but I guess what I’m curious about is how you all feel about blogging in general and the need for breaks in particular.