Writing alone
Writing alone.
I think that bloggers have a myriad of motivations to write. For me, it started as a way to get words on "paper" in order to rev up to writing my dissertation. As I blogged on, though, I got to wanting more conversation than monologue, which meant checking my hit count way too often and wondering about what would make my site more blog-rollable.
Well, it seems that it not happening. No comments, even when I blog about Playboy in Muslim countries or topless teachers…
Well, I will retreat a bit then.
Pookie is snoring in her little side bed (for lack of a better term—the small, little bed she sleeps in at the foot of our bed) exhausted after a "daddy day." She names days at random, so Father's Day being a Daddy Day was a happy coincidence.
Lovely Wife is staving off a migraine, possibly weather aggravated. She is reading Tales from the Medicine Trail and wanting to travel to Peru—something about coco extracts and tinctures.
I enter my last week on Current Project, which is not a good thing. There is no Follow-up Project on the boards, and my slimmed-down online gig's Summer I class did not make. It will be, again, another tight summer.
I will try and sleep, but I haven't been too successful—see Current Project and lack of $$$.
Tomorrow is another day.
I think that bloggers have a myriad of motivations to write. For me, it started as a way to get words on "paper" in order to rev up to writing my dissertation. As I blogged on, though, I got to wanting more conversation than monologue, which meant checking my hit count way too often and wondering about what would make my site more blog-rollable.
Well, it seems that it not happening. No comments, even when I blog about Playboy in Muslim countries or topless teachers…
Well, I will retreat a bit then.
Pookie is snoring in her little side bed (for lack of a better term—the small, little bed she sleeps in at the foot of our bed) exhausted after a "daddy day." She names days at random, so Father's Day being a Daddy Day was a happy coincidence.
Lovely Wife is staving off a migraine, possibly weather aggravated. She is reading Tales from the Medicine Trail and wanting to travel to Peru—something about coco extracts and tinctures.
I enter my last week on Current Project, which is not a good thing. There is no Follow-up Project on the boards, and my slimmed-down online gig's Summer I class did not make. It will be, again, another tight summer.
I will try and sleep, but I haven't been too successful—see Current Project and lack of $$$.
Tomorrow is another day.
Listen
posted by Piss Poor Prof at 9:56 PM
3 Comments:
First of all, thank you for the lovely comment on my blog. My bloggy voice is rather neurotic but that is just so my IRL personna can be calm, cool, and collected.
I struggle with trying to engage a dialogue on my blog. I struggle to engage a dialogue in my work, as well. I find it so frustrating to have my blog posts about how neurotic I feel at any given moment generate lots of comments, but nothing for my more thoughtful ones.
I think blogging is an excellent way to destress from dissertating (not that I would have first hand experience with that, but I have friends who do), but maybe just blog on things that make you giggle.
Make your blog your personal playground. :)
Miranda,
I appreciate your helpful advice. Don't take things too seriously. I mean, how serious should you take something that rhymes with "hog"?
I also realize that like letters, comments follow the rule of give one get one. So, off to comment around the blogoshpere...
Darn pesky social traditions.
I have this theory that the majority of the blogosphere are introverts who struggle with socializing in real life. We tend toward introspection and hence the affinity for blogging.
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