When I started blogging, I immediately jumped into a daily posting schedule, reading and writing like a madwoman. I made friends (lifelong ones I hope) and our blogging community was small and warm and intimate and invigorating and innovative. We had things to say, we supported one another, we gave each other awards, we met in person. But over time it changed, it got crowded and competitive and sterile and a bit...juvenile. My kids became teenagers, and slowly I trimmed down my pace to four days a week, then twice a week, and now I only post on Sundays. My posts are starting to sound like a broken record...I'm busy running around, my reading is in a slump, blah blah. I'm bored with myself and I'm sure you are bored with me too!
And recently we got Brody, and what attention and time I had is now devoted to him. OK, let's stop for a couple of pictures.
|Shopping at our wine store|
|Chewing on the hedgehog on a cold night|
I also realized that what I DID say on the blog, I said it on Facebook as well. My Goodreads "reviews" (if that is what you want to call them) post on Facebook, my pictures all get posted there, the movies I see get posted there on Letterboxd, and if there is something really on my mind, it gets discussed there.
So what's the point?
I still plan on roaming around and reading a few of your blogs, because I do still want to know all the shiny new pretty books I need to read. And I care about what is going on with all of you.
So on that note, I'm going to sign out here, take my current book that I'm averaging 5 pages a day on, and sit in the sun with my dog and read until I fall asleep.