April 13, 2008 § 4 Comments
Does shutting down your blog make you a traitor? Or does keeping one make you a traitor to yourself?
I can’t even tell you how much I identify with Sarah Hepola’s article, This is My Last Entry: Why I Shut Down My Blog.
And then, somewhere between the bedsheets and 6 a.m., I realized something: Blogging wasn’t helping me write; it was keeping me from it.
I had come to this realization before, but the moment would pass, and I would find myself percolating with small, quotidian stories that I wanted to share: This funny thing happened on the subway; you’ll never believe what so-and-so said. Not revelations by any means, but I live alone, and blogging was a way to vent the daily ups and downs that might otherwise be told to the cat. Also, I couldn’t help but notice—even the cat couldn’t help but notice—the growing number of successful bloggers-turned-novelists. They were sexy, dishy women with pseudonyms, Wonkette and Opinionista, like they were dispatching from behind enemy lines. I was starting to feel like the only one left in the blogosphere without a book deal.
Yep, that’s how I’ve been feeling in a nutshell …despite the fact that none have my blogs have been even remotely successful enough to consider the possibility that I deserve a book deal… but yes.
Blogging used to help me write. I would take my short blog entries and expand them, turning them into articles for my school paper, The Hoot. But then, one day, that stopped working. Maybe it was because my blogging was getting worse and worse, and coincidentally, I was blogging about blogging more and more. (Case in point: this post.)
My recent vacation from the blogosphere has made me even less interested in it.
I may not be ready to “shut down” any of my blogs, but the temptation is there.