You know it’s bad when a member of your church family, who you didn’t even know read your blog, comes up to you on a Sunday morning and says, “You’ve been quiet on the postings lately.” I was all on a roll in September, with 13 posts that month–a maximum, for me–but now October is almost over and apparently those rolls are still in the oven, because I’ve scarcely said anything. This is not how to acquire and maintain what is known in the biz as a “platform.”
Also not helpful: when people actually comment on and interact with a post, not only is it impolite, but it is also a strategic failure to forget to “interact back” until weeks later, as if The Readership were as take-for-granted-able as one’s friends and family whose personal emails one forgets to answer for six months. Wait–who does that?
Back before I became an on-line-dating expert (um . . . ) and well before I started exclusively dating The Boyfriend, I used to observe, somewhat wryly, to my family that they would always be able to tell when I was having “guy trouble” because my blog would get quiet. I like to think I’m fairly open on here, but I prefer to avoid posting stories about interpersonal difficulties with specific people whom I know and love, because . . . well, because it’s about more than just me, and I just don’t think that’s fair.
But, happily, there haven’t really been those kinds of “guy troubles” lately, so I’m not really sure what my excuse is these days. “Writer’s block” is so vague and sounds so cop-out-y, but I guess that’s probably what it is. This time around it feels kind of like when you’re in a conversation and everyone’s talking and you think of some story to tell, only you’re not sure if it’s totally relevant, and you suddenly feel like you don’t have the mental energy to verbalise it and find out. Something like that.
Probably there are people who never have that happen to them in a conversation, and they may or may not be the people who also are really disciplined about their blogging quota but . . . I never claimed that was me. I think I might go take a nap.