Thoughts about Blogging
(An alternate title could be “Please scream inside your heart” like the signage at that theme park in Japan meant to discourage screaming on rollercoasters and reduce the spread of Covid-19.)
I’ve blogged since the summer of 2012. On one sunny day in June, my DIL told me I was really funny and I should write things down and begin to blog.
I knew nothing about blogs; never even read one, so she took the reins and opened a WordPress account for me.
That was eight years ago, as I was reminded by my WP anniversary.
At its heyday in 2014, my little blog averaged around 7,500 visits a month. For some unknown reason, my highest read posts were recipes.
After attending a BlogHer convention, I was excited and energized, ready to monetize, to grow and expand my brand and my voice.
I’ve always been a writer, especially about things that cause me to wax passionately: saving wolves, rescuing abused animals, finding humor in life from my own lens; researching and meeting and learning about all kinds of people (from Al Gore to His Holiness the Dalai Lama), reviewing cool products, and most of all, I LOVED responding to readers and comments from all over the world.
I still do. I respect and appreciate your time and the effort to reach out to a virtual stranger and engage in conversation.
Now I notice that my posts only have a handful of likes and some none at all.
My overall followers from all platforms is around 3500.
Did I lose my enthusiasm?
I know why, I DO, but I still can’t talk about what happened except to say that if you read between the lines on certain posts, you might catch a glimpse of infinite profound sadness, more death than death because I’m still alive and breathing.
The walking dead. An episode of the Twilight Zone in real life. A literal black hole.
As I’m slowly getting back into the rhythm and comfort of writing, finding my voice again, I’d like you to know that I appreciate everyone who has stayed faithful to my blog and continues to read my words, even the ones between the lines.
Much love. Seriously. ‘Cos if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s what love is. And what it is not. On any planet. Stars might be crazy, but I’m not, so I’ll continue to scream inside my heart. And my head. In a princessy way, of course.