WordPress congratulated me this morning on having made it to my first anniversary as a blogger. I had thanked them some days earlier for their wonderful user friendly program (How do I love thee WordPress?) so I won’t repeat myself here.
I could talk about what I’ve learned in 2012, and about the people I have met along the way, but I have also done that.
What I haven’t had the chance to do till today is to think through what my writing aims are for this year and why I’m still persisting with this blog. It’s not easy. A couple of weeks ago I decided that I’d like to give this blogging business a bit of a rest. More work than it’s worth, I thought. But soon after (I can’t seem to stay away) I wrote a ten minute piece in response to a WordPress challenge that I called: ‘I’m Mary and I’m an Insomniac.’ It got more likes than the more thoughtful pieces I have previously written. (More likes for me, that is.)
I don’t get it. Is it the spontaneous nature of this piece that’s lacking elsewhere? Or is it that people were relating to the topic? Should I analyse it and write more pieces that people can relate to? Well, yes, I don’t mind doing that. I mean, if I’m writing only for myself, I might as well put the stuff in my bottom drawer. Then again I prefer to write more about what interests me and hopefully the reader. Maybe I can try to combine the two, but I’m not really sure what that is, yet.
I could restructure and stick to the original theme. That’s what WordPress are always saying we should do. It did begin as a Granny tribute to the grandchildren, but then I began to wonder if it’s a more sophisticated version of the slides and wallet photos of old where you collared people and bored them silly with your pictures and endless stories of those clever darlings.
But I’ve been discovering that my opinionated self needs to push other barrows as well. Perhaps I should name 2113 the year of the gung-ho grannie, who’s going to want to spout opinions on everything that catches her eye or ire. Or perhaps not. I’m already losing my nerve. Hope you’ll watch this space. I’ll let you know when I know.