I’m going through this “thing” again. Why do I blog? What’s the point? What do I expect to get out of it? Why do I do this to myself?
Because, I’ve got to face it, I’m not setting the world on fire with this place. I’m not raking in the dough or receiving requests to write for high paying magazine gigs.
I can’t give it up though. I’m hooked. Plus, I’m narcissistic. Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that I like how the keys feel beneath my fingers. Tap, tap, tap.
Blogging and writing are in my blood.
I just don’t know what to do with it right now.
I’m going to be honest for a minute, although…I’m not sure why I prefaced what I’m going to say with that because…I’m ALWAYS honest! I would SO MUCH like to see my blog rock the interwebs. It does, I know. But not in the capacity that it should.
I don’t fit into a nice, neat little niche. I’m a random, vomiting of the mind type blogger. I don’t do reviews. I don’t do coupons. I don’t do diapers…cloth or otherwise.
I am who I am. A Mommy who has a Blog. Hi.
Right now, as far as blogging goes, I don’t feel like that is good enough.
Twitter is boring me to tears. Plus, I still feel like I’m talking to myself. If that’s the case and I really am chatting in 140 characters into the air well…that just is a stupid waste of time. Considering I can just sit in a room and talk to myself and not keep cutting myself off after 140 little letters and signs.
Facebook annoys me because I don’t give a rat’s ass what kind of food you’re eating or who you are hanging out with. (You in the ubiquitous sense of the word)
Which leaves me, once again, in bloggy limbo. Which, right now at this moments, is at my kitchen table.
Maybe it’s the time of the season.
But really? There has GOT to be something more, when it comes to blogging, than THIS.