I'm figuring that wondering around the blogosphere today will have me reading a lot about what happened in 2007 and what's to come in 2008. Meh.
I enjoy blogging. I enjoy the writing. I enjoy the reading of others' blogs. I enjoy commenting on others' blogs. I like the interaction. If I were a thinking person, someone who looks inside herself, I'd probably come to the conclusion that I've substituted the highs I used to get from working with similar feelings on a virtual level.
But I'm not particularly adept at introspection. I shy away from it. I imagine there's some reason for that as well.
Here's the deal. I've got these characters bumping around in my head. I want to get them out of my head and onto paper. Couple those characters inside with the real-world characters I live with, and there's little room for anything else. There's probably enough room to continue to devote my 15, 20 minutes a day to blog posting, but that's about it. And it's not a blog if it's not interactive, or at least I don't think it is. If it's not interactive, it's just a diary.
No one wants to read a diary. [Well, unless you're a brother seeking his sister's diary for ammunition. Or a parent trying to find out if little Susie is having sex.] I'm leaning towards making the blog private. Or maybe I'll just turn off the comments. I've got today to decide.
That's it for Monday. That's it for me. Meh.