"Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine...that they may see your good works". (Matthew 5:15-16).
I've been at the business of blogging for over 18 months now. In that time, I've posted close to 70 "works" --- some good, a few very good, most so-so --- with a number of others in various stages of development. Despite trying to fly under the radar, I've been seeing a slow, but steady increase in visitors to my little neck of the cyberwoods.
Because he's a good husband, Richard has long encouraged me to shoot for a wider audience, but I was like a roach that scurries into a crack when somebody flicks on the light. So I stayed in the dark and pounded away at my computer writing blogs for fun, not fame or profit.
Then in October I received my first comment that was not generated from a member of my immediate family. It was exciting to know I had briefly connected with someone, and it got me to thinking that maybe it was time to quit putting my light under that bushel.
But I got busy and when I wasn't really busy, I had more excuses than a dog has fleas. Did I tell you I'm the Queen of Excuses?
BRAIN: It's late and you need to get to bed.
ME: This rerun of Frasier is almost over, then I'll go to bed.
BRAIN (15 minutes later): You REALLY need to get to bed.
ME: But it's the Golden Girls, back when Betty White was still cute.
BRAIN: You just conked out there on the couch. GET TO BED!
ME: I'm awake! I'm awake!
BRAIN (20 minutes later): NOW will you go to bed?
ME: I'm too tired to get up.
BRAIN: That's your body telling you you need rest.
ME: It's comfortable here, and I don't feel like washing my face...
BRAIN: Oh, boo-hoo!
ME:...and brushing my teeth...
BRAIN: If I had eyes, I'd be rolling them derisively. Oh...wait...
ME: ...and hanging up my clothes...
BRAIN: So don't.
ME:...and putting on my jammies.
BRAIN: If it didn't kill us both, I'd leave and seek other employment.
ME: Besides, I have a cat in my lap. I can't disturb the cat.
BRAIN: That cat has more sense than you do.
ME: Oooh, look! Killer Klowns From Outer Space* is coming on!
BRAIN (2 hours later): NOW will you go to bed?
The grey matter and I had some major rows on the subject of taking SOTSOTR public. I won't give the play-by-play, but I finally ran out of excuses. And so, against my better judgement, I am taking steps to shine this little light of mine to a wider audience.
Anyone who is a regular reader --- anyone? --- hello? --- will notice some changes: 1) There's a new contact page under About Me. 2) You can subscribe to SOTSOTR to receive email updates whenever I post a new blog. 3) I'm testing a Forums page. This page is currently password protected while I figure out how it works, and if it would be a good fit.
These are small steps leading up to the biggest one of all: getting my little blog out on social media. I just wish I could shake the feeling that I am making a deal with the devil.
Just call me,
Prunella de Vil
P. S. Wow. This blog starts out with a Bible passage and ends with talk of devilish dealings. I don't know how that happened.
*This is a real movie, released in 1988.
My little website only averages about 16 unique views a day, so it was a huge surprise when I got a REAL (meaning unsolicited) comment to one of my blogs, one I didn't have to browbeat a family member into writing. It was so exciting and really made my day. MB wrote: Hello, I love reading your blog. It is really very impressive. I want to leave a comment in your support. Carry on with good continuation. Best of luck for your blogging efforts. MB loves my blog and thinks it's impressive! Whoo! Head rush! Thank you, MB!
This shred of acknowledgement has furthered my ambition to expand my little empire. To do this, I'd have to make a formal announcement via email and Facebook, something along the lines of Hey! I have a blog! Go read it and if you like it, tell your friends! The problem with this is that I abhor being the center of attention. I seldom ever pose for pictures, and even posting a Facebook status makes me uncomfortable.
So why would someone who shuns the limelight start a public blog in the first place? Firstly, the interwebs is so vast, the chance of somebody randomly stumbling on SOTSOTR who actually knows me is minuscule. Secondly, as I mentioned elsewhere on these pages, I love to write. Thirdly, I needed a creative outlet, now that I'm too old to make babies. A good friend pointed out that I could have just bought a notebook and started an old-fashioned, hand-written journal, but there's only so much you can do with pen and paper. Most importantly, I think keeping it public forces me to maintain a writing standard that would not exist in a private, eyes-only journal; a sort of "all the news that's fit to print" mentality.
It's interesting that both times I typed the word public in the above paragraph, it came out pubic.
As much as there is a part of me that craves a wider audience, there's a bigger part that worries about the consequences. As things stand now, I can write when I have something I think is worthwhile to write about and, hopefully, worthwhile to read. Basically, I can go at my own pace. But if I suddenly found myself with several hundred page views a day, the pressure to churn out blogs for the sake of my readership would eventually drive me crazy. I remember what a dear friend wisely replied to my comment that she should sell her crafts and make some money: "If I did that, it wouldn't be fun any more."
And isn't that what it's all about?
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