Last year around December, I hit my spike in blogging. What once started as a freetime occupation, only to keep track of my waisted life boring days and moods quickly became a quite popular rant & rave & and flame blog, one day turned into a blog about blogging, spiced with some abstract writing about my personal (and professional) life.
Add to this a twist of occasional snark and even more rare [sic] intellect, a dash of hints to new Web2.0 [ugh] services and applications and you had AIFN.
I read daily around 400 feeds, feeds for my F/T job not counted. And soon I lost my blog mojo, although I had just started a very enjoyable venture at Jack of All Blogs. It was fun, I the newest nobody in blogland became blogwatch.
And I ranted and flamed, occasionally even tried some humor, but no one liked it. Still, interesting bloggernalities [uh] joined the honorable rank of commenter. I giggled many times, especially because it seemed quite easy to lure them into commenting.
But where before I read some blogs about blogging, now I read the full echo chamber. At the same time I started reading advice blogs about how to blog and keep your sanity. It sucked me up and drained me.
Too many repetitive posts, too much flatness [sic] and too little depth. All the time the same common sense topics and entries.
I needed a new challenge. BlogExplosion came and I thought that was a great challenge. I have always loved BE and was really looking forward to do something with the site. Also, it would continue to keep me active online and test out every little new, useful or not, service. But it ended with a disappointment.
Although suddenly I had created an interesting contact with people I had been reading months long, I didn’t seize the opportunity. The opportunity to come stronger out of this. To move forward, together with the interesting new contacts. And maybe find a new challenge.
Instead I retired into lurkdom. And observed many sites. Even more than before. My feed blog reading turned into only some blogs daily anymore, most of time blogger acquaintances. I enjoyed reading those 5-6 blogs daily, and sometimes I caught up with another blog.
It was fun, it was relaxing. Nothing about blogs and blogging, only personal diaries. A fresh breed breeze.
And today I am sitting here. Again. Still waiting for my blog mojo. But I do know I want to start hitting the keyboard again. And blog.
Probably even more than before.
I just need that one entry. That one entry that kick starts one again into the rhythm.
And then maybe I might make a return at JOAB. Mark has offered me to return. I might take the offer up. And hopefully I can even add some more than only the occasional daily JOAB entry. And be assured, whether at JOAB whether here, I might be more critical than most of you ( all 3 of you) have ever read.
But how will I be able to limit the amount of feeds in my feed reader? Liz, your tips don’t work on me! :|
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1 Liz Strauss // Apr 21, 2007 at 12:45 am// View all comments by Liz Strauss //
Franky,
Throw away the ones you don’t like, no one reads all of the books in the library. Don’t read all of the feeds in your feed reader!!!
2 franky // Apr 21, 2007 at 1:48 am// View all comments by franky //
Liz, I am starting a new feed roll, I think that’s the best way. But I have/had the problem that my feed reader always was opened on one of my screens. Maybe I should really set the update interval for every blog I add manually, one of the few things FeedDemon rocks at.
3 Liz Strauss // Apr 21, 2007 at 1:50 am// View all comments by Liz Strauss //
That’s it, Franky, only read as often as you feel like reading. Don’t let your feed rule you — you are the master . . . too many blogs just say the same thing. :)
4 franky // Apr 21, 2007 at 2:26 am// View all comments by franky //
True. Don’t let the desire to know everything control one.
This reminds me of The Perfume. Every time I read that book, I wondered if the people living the Middle Age, only knowing two places : their side of the river and the other side of the river (in a town big as Paris), weren’t happier knowing nothing than we are today, knowing everything.