I love writing blog posts. Writing is my favorite thing, and getting to share what I write with real people brings me joy. But I don’t write blog posts regularly, and it’s unlikely I’ll start anytime soon.
And guess what? This is a good thing, because my reasons for not blogging are PRETTY GOOD REASONS for not blogging:
~ I’m busy with life-stuff
I’m having adventures or going on vacation or visiting family or stressing about work or fretting about all the horrible ways the GM might kill my D&D character. Do you want me to write about any of this? Probably not. My life will either sound super fun and cool all the time, making you feel like your life is boring, or my life will sound hectic and dumb and boring and then I’ll get depressed and my blog posts will become depressing and then YOU will get depressed too, maybe. I don’t know. I don’t know you.
~ I’m busy doing nothing
Sometimes I am horrifically lazy and do nothing for days. I have time off of work and sit at home. The house isn’t dirty enough to make me want to clean it. The lawn is too dehydrated to need mowing. I think about writing but ugh, writing is so much work because it’s not automatically brilliant and perfect so why even bother? How about TV? I’ll just watch TV.
It’s beyond my skill to blog about all the nothing I did and make it sound interesting. So, no blog.
~ I’m busy with writerly things
I’m editing a draft or roughing out a draft or making up an alternate universe for Star Wars. I’m thinking story-thoughts, which are not always compatible with blog-thoughts. I’m swept up in the book and with my characters and the blogging either sounds forced or really weird, like my book-people are more real than people-people and while I may feel this is true, it comes off as a little creepy when I talk about it.
Living in my story-worlds all the time is terribly exciting for me, the writer. But to everyone else, I’m just a person sitting in a corner of the sofa with a pen and paper, scribbling and muttering and giggling sometimes. You can only watch someone write and giggle to herself for so long before you go find something else to do.
~ I’m reading
Great big books that delight and inspire and fill my head with strange worlds and awesome people and towering ideas. There’s no room for blogging: my brain-space is utterly consumed by a mountainous story come to live there for a while.
~ I have nothing new or interesting to say
I start to write a post, and realize I’ve already written two or three similar posts. Or I realize someone more talented said the same thing except better somewhere else on the internet. Or I get caught up reading other wonderful blogs and decide there’s no need to bring my out-of-tune piano to the concert: they’re doing just fine without me.
~ I just like to be contrary
Sometimes, all that blogging advice out there makes me cranky.
YOU CAN’T TELL ME TO BLOG EVERY DAY OR TWICE A WEEK OR ON ANY KIND OF SCHEDULE OR WITH ANY KIND OF THEME – I’LL BLOG WHEN AND ON WHATEVER TOPIC I FEEL LIKE!
This is a pretty dumb reason for not blogging, but there you have it.
And now if you’ll excuse me. I have laundry and dishes to do, and a backup D&D character to create.