• I’m proud to be a blogger…where at least I know I’m…a…blogger?

    I’ve been wanting to write an official review for No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog for quite some time now. But everytime I sit down to do it, it ends up something like “Oh! This book is sooooo rockin’! I love it! WOO HOO!” and then I remember Hmm. I suck at writing.

    Then – today I read Evany’s write-up about the book. See, Evany had developed a “grumpiness” about blogging in the 11 years (WOW) she’s been doing it:

    Have you ever been in a room where everyone unapologetically introduces themselves as an URL? Then maybe you know this grumpiness. It’s just that…okay, no, here’s what I mean: there are people out there whose identities are far too invested in their blogs, people who look at everything — auto accidents, friendships, love, chocolate — through a calculating “but how would this play in my blog?” filter.

    But reading Maggie’s book made her love it again…

    But this book, it reminds me of the things that attracted me to the internet back in the beginning. People can share their small ideas and odd hobbies and unexpected discoveries with the entire world? And it hardly costs a thing? Hurray for the tripple-dub! Three cheers for the wackity-wack-wack! Just like in Ice Castles, or The Cutting Edge, where the competitive ice skater (goes blind)/(falls for a hockey player) and learns to love the ice once more, Maggie has has found a way to get me back on the blog.

    And it occurred to me…I was having the opposite problem as Evany. I had been feeling like the world around me was mocking me for my blog and my love of the blogosphere. Sometimes I wondered if, when I said something about my blog, were people giving each other that look? You know, the one that means, She’s doing it again…talking about her damn blawwwwg…. And I started feeling silly that it was/is such an important thing in my life. Essentially? I was cowering to people who may have had the same grumpiness Evany spoke of.

    So, coming from the opposite end of the spectrum as Evany did, the book still had the same effect. It made excited about blogging again. Excited without reservation. How wonderful is it that we can almost preserve so much of our current selves to share with the world? Especially using the fantastic ideas in this book? Instead of getting me “back on the blog” as Evany says, Maggie made me proud to have never left it.

    I’m a blog-a-holic, I know that. I post several times a day (what’s this “writer’s block” I hear of?). I upload photos and edit my sidebar. My blog is about as dynamic as blogs can be. I should be proud of this, not ashamed. It’s not an STD for chrissakes, it’s an online diary. I should not have to mention my blog in the same hushed tones that I would mention my vibrator.

    So, thanks Maggie.