~Are we the real writers? At least I can verify (courtesy of site meter) that 33 people took the time to read my blog today, whereas some people write mammoth books, which only their family/editors/reviewer read. I should be able to put Writer on my resume…the issue, I suppose, would be the proof.
~I refer trustworthy friends to my blog for updates on my daily life. First thing Monday morning, my emails to a select few are: “Hey, I had the most insane weekend, pls read blog.” They must get annoyed.
~How long will this blog exist? Is this something I am going to pass down in my will; like a long meandering auto biography? Will my kids (hopefully,) grandkids, future husband read it and wonder what a freak their mum/grand mum/wife was/is?
~Sometimes I imagine my blog gaining in such vast popularity that it is quoted in some wonderful print media (with my luck it will be the sun.) How am I going to explain to the few characters that have come to be featured here, why I feel compelled to anonymously advertise details of my life on the internet???
~I can just imagine the conversation with my parents:
Parents: So CP we read in the STAR (wishful thinking) that you have a bog. What is a bog? CP: Not Bog, Blog
Parents: Ok Bogl
CP: Never Mind, A Blog is like an online open diary
Parents: And what do you write in it…
CP: Thoughts, daily occurrences
Parents: What for? See, This is the reason we need to get you married…you are lonely..
~My blog started off as one of those I’m in love with someone who doesn’t love me….sad whinny bits…sort of like when I was a kid and did keep one of those pansy lock and key diaries. I always wrote the most depressing poems about how my life was so sad and hard. But when people start to actually read your blog and comment…well then the show man in you is released. You want to please, and frankly speaking, no one wants to read about you pinning over some man, who you know you should not be pinning for. They want to be entertained, they want dating stories….and like a good entertainer you succumb to the masses.
~I am getting a little concerned by the increasing number of hits from Toronto. It is one thing for people from the Netherlands, Hawaii, Tokyo, Jamaica, and Wacko Texas reading your blog…it is another, if your neighbour/friend/family member accidentally stumbles upon it…
~I refer trustworthy friends to my blog for updates on my daily life. First thing Monday morning, my emails to a select few are: “Hey, I had the most insane weekend, pls read blog.” They must get annoyed.
~How long will this blog exist? Is this something I am going to pass down in my will; like a long meandering auto biography? Will my kids (hopefully,) grandkids, future husband read it and wonder what a freak their mum/grand mum/wife was/is?
~Sometimes I imagine my blog gaining in such vast popularity that it is quoted in some wonderful print media (with my luck it will be the sun.) How am I going to explain to the few characters that have come to be featured here, why I feel compelled to anonymously advertise details of my life on the internet???
~I can just imagine the conversation with my parents:
Parents: So CP we read in the STAR (wishful thinking) that you have a bog. What is a bog? CP: Not Bog, Blog
Parents: Ok Bogl
CP: Never Mind, A Blog is like an online open diary
Parents: And what do you write in it…
CP: Thoughts, daily occurrences
Parents: What for? See, This is the reason we need to get you married…you are lonely..
~My blog started off as one of those I’m in love with someone who doesn’t love me….sad whinny bits…sort of like when I was a kid and did keep one of those pansy lock and key diaries. I always wrote the most depressing poems about how my life was so sad and hard. But when people start to actually read your blog and comment…well then the show man in you is released. You want to please, and frankly speaking, no one wants to read about you pinning over some man, who you know you should not be pinning for. They want to be entertained, they want dating stories….and like a good entertainer you succumb to the masses.
~I am getting a little concerned by the increasing number of hits from Toronto. It is one thing for people from the Netherlands, Hawaii, Tokyo, Jamaica, and Wacko Texas reading your blog…it is another, if your neighbour/friend/family member accidentally stumbles upon it…
14 comments:
you must mean Waco, Texas. That's a spelling thing right? And don't forget to big-up New York!
you write what you feel comfortable writing but at the same time you always got to remember its the net so anyone can read
i'd be happy if the Sun discovered my blog actually who am I kidding I'd probably be happy if the metro or one of those community newspapers bigged me up lol
*sigh* I remember way back when you had the other layout. The sad stories of DRAC and your brother .. and *sniff* I revel in your present assertive state..
my lil blogger has grown up! :)
I guess everyone needs something to drive them to blogging. I am going to go dig in the archives.
LMAO at this post...I feel ya girl, I feel you.
1. I was and still am a writer, so the blog is just another means of me practicing my craft on a frequent basis.
2. Damn, dunno how I'd feel about the chil'ren reading my blog. Egads.
3. True story: One day I logged onto my blog and I'd gotten about 60 hits from TO (primarily), England, Trinidad and a few other places. In one day. Come to find out someone I didn't know had sent it out on a distribution list to hundreds of people, one of whom was a dear long-lost friend of mine from England who wrote me saying, "you sound like this girl I went to school with in JA. Are you SE?"
Good grief. I decided then that I kinda like my anonymity.
But don't think of it as impossible...HumanityCritic (one of the guys on my blogroll recently got picked up by Vibe Mag). LOL.
I like walking around my house naked... Does that qualify me as an Exhibitionist? My Girlfriend's sister who lives with us seems to think so...
~Trouble
GC: Wacko/Wacko...blogging pergoative.. NEW YORK NEW YORK.
JDID: I rank the metro above the Sun
Miss Spice: My first blogger...we've been through much, your in love, and I'm over him...at least in theory.
Simple Enigma: Am so scared one of the Dubai Peeps accidentally picks up on this...Annon is the best way to go..
Trouble: That's just you trying to tell your girlfriend's sister to get the hell out...she should really take a hint, rather than call you names.
My blog appeared in the Air Jamaica in flight magazine.. and hence my brother has found the site. We have a deal - I don't know if he still reads it or not, but he is never to mention it to me and then I can continue to keep the blog world and the 'real' world seperate!
Re: Kingston Girl's comment.
Oh dear and good grief. Egads. I think she said the Air Jamaica flight magazine, but I just about fainted at the thought of it! It's settled, my father will only fly on American Airlines from now on...
In love?? only with my fabulous life dahling..
I only started blogging because a few friends had.I try not to be personal since I really don't want the wrong type reading:)
I had to shut down a past blog when "the masses" found it. I am back again but I have learned the art of the codename. Because google is the devil.
I had to shut down a past blog when "the masses" found it. I am back again but I have learned the art of the codename. Because google is the devil.
Cranky Putz - I started blogging three months ago and I'm still not sure what I want to do with this thing. I imagine that I'll be content if I can keep up the pace for another three months.
I like your writing style. I hope to visit again in the future.
peace, Villager
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