A year ago and a little more, I took up blogging. I was lonely, my coven had just disbanded, and now I had nothing to concentrate on. So I reached out to the web to tell my story. Like Charles Kuralt, I think everybody has a story, you just have to listen. So I told my story in the hopes that somebody would listen. And I have a loyal following. Not large, but global media domination isn’t my gig. I like quality rather than quantity. And I have managed to attract the best on the internet, I think.
I really appreciated what all of you said on my blogiversary. I had been feeling like I really didn’t have anything to say, anymore. Who wants to read about a crippled lady taking a bus ride? Well, apparently there are a select few. I adore my fan base.
All of you add to my life so much. I really appreciate all Daisy Fae’s comments. She’s loyal, she’s there every time I post. And I really loved meeting her in real life, she’s a neat lady. Kym doesn’t comment often anymore, but I know she’s been here. And Kym, you show me the world through different eyes, too, the eyes of a true artist. Even though we’ve had our disagreements, I count Rob as a friend. And I admire the discipline and energy Annie applies to her writing career. Michelle at Rambling Woods and I have the links of chronic disease and a love of nature. Although I don’t get to see it much where I live. I count Azahar as a close buddy, we twitter to each other frequently. And Archie always surprises me when he pops in.If I didn’t mention you, it’s just because you didn’t comment that day. I know there is a silent majority out there.
And this is where the time and money come in. Last year at this time, I had little money, and then things got worse. Blogging is free, sort of. As long as I pay my ISP bill, it comes to me in torrents. And I could take advantage of it because I didn’t have anything else to do. And even if I did have other stuff I needed to do, I just didn’t do it. And so my house got to be a big mess, and I would often spend eight or more hours reading blogs. Because I couldn’t afford to do other things, and I was depressed about it.
Now that I have a little money, the world has opened up for me. I can go to meetups now. You have to at least have the price of a cup of coffee to go. Now I can afford to go to the meetups, and so I’ve picked up two or three. Or four. That’s some of my blogging time. I’m making a gift for a friend, crocheting it. Sorry, can’t blog and crochet. The wheelchair gives me a lot more mobility than the scooter did, because I can easily put it on a bus. So I run off to places like Alki, or one of the parks, or something. I have new cameras, and learning to use them takes time. The video camera is especially time-consuming, because when you are rendering video, your computer is fully occupied. No multi-tasking allowed. There goes more blogging time. My doctor wants me to start an exercise program at the YMCA. More time.
Oh, you’re not getting rid of me that easy. But especially through the summer you will probably only see me once or twice a week unless something dreadful happens and I suddenly have time on my hands. I also probably won’t be reading as many blogs. But I think my loyal followers are safe. But again, you might only see me once or twice a week. I’ve been thinking about setting aside time for writing. Right now, I just write whatever pops into my feeble brain. I have other things to say, but there’s the time crunch. Having time set aside to write would probably help.
And now ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to go indulge in another bad habit I’ve picked up that is stealing time from my blogging. Since I’m running around so much I find I actually get tired and need to sleep.