I’ve been going back and forth in my head about whether or not I want to continue with this blog. I know “everyone says” that having a blog is integral to becoming successful as a writer in this age of social media, but I don’t do a very good job of keeping up with it and I think that might be more of a hindrance than a benefit. I’m not a talkative person and I’m finding it very hard to force myself to be talkative online. It goes against my nature. It also rubs up against my perception that nobody really cares what I have to say so why say it. (Please note that this isn’t a plea for sympathy, I’m simply giving all of the reasons why I’m contemplating this.)
I never have anything I want to talk about or that I think people would be interested in me talking about. I lead a very uninteresting life and I’m pretty sure that me talking about my cats, my husband, or the never-ending home remodel we’re engaged in would get boring very fast. I also don’t think people want me waxing on and on and on about my writing (which is very boring as well). I’m at a point in the publishing process where I can’t really talk about what’s going on for fear of alienating the wrong person by saying the wrong thing so I can’t even blog about that.
There are some people who can make their trip to the grocery store sound exciting, I’m not one of them. Yes, I’m a writer and if I put the effort into it I *could* make it exciting, but I’d rather put that effort into my actual writing. Unless I’m making an effort, I’m not somebody who can be flowery and poetic. I’m more prosaic and matter-of-fact in how I approach things.
I wish I could be more like Lilith SaintCrow or Jim C. Hines or John Scalzi or Cat Valente or Chuck Wendig. They all rock their blogs. I can only dream about being that witty and engaging.
I haven’t decided on a course of action yet, but I’ll definitely post about it here once a final decision is made.
The End Of Nowhere 