Often accused of “over-thinking” issues of varying degrees of general importance, I admit to being a worry-wart. I always want to follow J. Paul Getty’s advice to “Always know what to do when [my] first plan fails.” I know that is poor sentence structure, but there isn’t time to fret about that right now.
Since I made Writing my top priority in life…meaning to write first and do other stuff later, instead of following my previous other-way-around system…I spend a lot of time on my blog. I write about it, enter all sorts of “content” to it, interact with all of my relatively new blogging-buddies. (How chummy!)
I write stuff that is silly, ridiculous, superfulous and more or less scrupulous. I admit that I take due care to not unfairly or unnecessarily offend anyone’s beliefs or opinions, and really strive diligently to maintain relativity, credibility, honesty, and to avoid any mean or snarky “cheap shots.”
Getting to the point is another matter, and sometimes it takes me awhile to get around to what I want to discuss. If it’s a poem that usually is a bit of whimsey or deep philosophical insight. 🙂 Photographs…excuses and ineptness aside…can be anything–mostly cats, or shots of my unclassified homestead (aka yard.)
My point in this essay is simply to fret and whimper about Blogging in general, specifically the sheer effort of trying to keep relative and to pursue some kind of organized involvement in other blogs and with other bloggers. Every day I discover wonderful new and exciting Blogs that interest me. This is fine, except that there is a struggle to keep up with them all.
Some other blogs are simply arrival points on a general surfing journey…reached through someone I follow, or that follows me…usually both. What happens is that I read one of my dozen or so “frequent commenters,” with whom I maintain an on-going interaction. Then there is a comment on that post, which can be “liked” but often needs a real comment.
The exponential effect here is obvious…it boggles the mind. It’s like looking over a geneological chart…if I have two parents, each had two, each of them had two parents…on and on back into the dim reaches of time–or a hundred years ago, whichever is further back. How many people is that? It only includes MY own ancestors, not my progeny…that is an entire other discussion. Talk about worrisome! Most of my own ancestors originated in England…but my children can’t say that…and the grandchildren came from all over the world…and the great-grandchildren… YIKES.
OK, this is getting out of hand. I’m starting to worry about losing my audience. So I’ll cut to the chase.
How does one control a blogging community? I mean relate to the vast implications of blogging every day. How long would it take to make interaction contact with ALL WordPress bloggers alone?
Figuring THAT out should be better than counting sheep.