100 Days of Blogging -- What I learned

I was inspired to embark on the experiment after seeing Ann Wood's 100 Day Stitch Book project. There were a couple of things that kept me from embarking on learning a new skill this winter, so I thought it might not be a bad idea to improve on an existing one. 

I missed maybe four days--five?--but I "made up" for all of them, and I overall enjoyed it. *Having* to produce a blog every day, ironically, took the pressure off of me to always Have Something To Say. If I were a journalist, that pressure would be appropriate, but I'm not, and I don't want to be. I have an opinion about everything, but since I'm not trying to write that kind of blog, I'm much more comfortable now sharing some of my slices-of-life. If anyone reads this later--much later--I suspect it will be those posts they'll be more interested in. This doesn't mean that I won't share my thoughts on politics and civilization, but I won't feel like I can't share if I don't have something fully, brilliantly formed.

I used to also feel that I shouldn't post, period, if I didn't have a graphic and at least two links. When you're trying to write a blog post in the twenty minutes you have while out and about, and your connection is as spotty as it's going to be in Boston, those concerns fly out the window. And while I could have shared some beautiful pictures of Boston more often, the app on my phone insisted after a certain point that everything should be rotated 90 degrees. So, no.

I will not be blogging every day from now on, and I am not going to commit to a schedule. I will blog when I want to--but I want to a lot, and this freed me up to blog more. However, I will NOT be posting on the weekend, because carving out the time to do that got to be very stressful. 

I dabbled in some of the newer social media sites, and I'd be lying if I denied that I thought of using them to promote this blog. But I just can't. Social media in general tends to favor the kinds of performances that have haunted me my entire life, either cheerfully, frighteningly reflective of a perfection we mere mortals can't hope to attain, or the kind of angry pessimism people refer to as doomerism. I want to talk about problems, but I also want to talk about solutions. I am in some micro-communities that allow for that, and this blog now feels like the kind of safe haven where I can explore problems as well as my real life without having to make anything more than it is.

Thank you for reading my posts thus far, and I promise I will be back very soon.

Deb in the City

PS Yes, someday I am going to solve the commenting issue, I swear.