It has been one month since I started blogging. Today is my 31st post. I've heard it takes 30 days to make a habit. I have no idea if this is a habit. Some days it feels more like an addiction. That would be a "bad habit."
In the last 30 days I gained 7 public followers. I've had approx. 65 page views (although how many of those are me checking if anyone commented is unknown). I reviewed one book officially, and referenced many others in the course of my posts. I added various gadgets to my blog in the form of pictures, cheesy poems and a list of the rules. I developed a list of rules. I commented on the abstract and the concrete. I handed out business cards with my blog on them because I wanted the attention.
In short, I experienced the tiniest taste of fame. I like it more than I thought I would. Way more.
Blogs have certain disadvantages, too. I want to keep this one focused more on writing: my influences and influencers, if you will, on the way to eventual publication. However, sometimes I want to write about non-writing things and this isn't the appropriate venue. I created robynntolbert.blogspot.com* to catch the overflow of me. Read it only if you don't mind being called to civic duty or to question the deteriorating state of our Union.
The critique was offered that I don't get more comments because my comments are too complete.
Now I must consider whether I really want more reader participation or whether I am content to remain the only turtle wandering my virtual field of buttercups. After all, books are static. Once written, you may review but you may not influence.
Does a blog have ultimate meaning? That's one of those abstract questions I referenced earlier. I have no idea. What do you think?
*This blog is no longer available to the public.