The interesting thing about blogging is if you ask 10 people what it is all about, you’ll get 10 different answers. When I started doing this I figured that I would spout off about my ideas, and if I did a decent job of it, maybe some people would read it. But once I started actually doing this, I realized that it wasn’t how I imaged it would be. First of all, I’d never written much before this. I quickly realized it is very hard to take those thoughts that are rumbling around in my head and make them resemble something you can read. I also underestimated how hard it would be to find something to write about everyday. At first I had no traffic, which was weird. I’ve found a number of different gimmicks to put my blog in front of people, but they don’t really work. A lot of people load the page, but few actually read. The best way to get people to read your blog is to read their blog.

I did not realize how interactive this whole thing is. I know, I’m a little slow like that. It still surprises how much of an effect the comments have on me. I’m not really hung up on them. Which is a good thing because the things I choose to write about seem to bore most people to tears. But I have a few regular readers (and yes you too mom.) That makes me happy. But the interaction doesn’t stop there. Other bloggers can write about me or reference my blog. That can be flattering, unless of course they are writing about what an idiot I am. Some people seem to react very seriously to this. That’s their right. I don’t get too excited. I just remind myself what it is that I can control. I control this blog. Not yours. Or yours. Write what you want.

People seem to blog for various reasons. Some talk about their kids, some talk about their politics, some examine their thoughts, some just like to tell outrageous stories. I don’t even know what “kind” of blogger I am. The Jeckles Geek kind I suppose. I don’t think that there is actually a point to this, I just felt like I should define this blogging thing. I guess I’m sick of reading articles about the “blogging movement” that make us sound like we are all amateur journalists or political hacks. I will say this to all of you bloggers out there. Blogging is hard work, harder than I thought it would be by far. And because of that I have to respect all the blogs out there, even the mommy blogs and all of those blogs that insist on worshipping that buffoon we re-elected. I respect them because I know they are working hard at this too. I won’t read them, I might even make fun of them, but I respect the efforts.