I have always blogged I just didn’t know that’s what it was called. I’ve Twittered, too. Email, I’ve hand delivered quite a few. For years I kept the evidence in student folders filled with the back and forth of discovery and such. They would write in reply to some requested assignment, I would write in reply to what I thought their work ended up being about. No grade was as valuable as the constant dialogue that turned itself into one long thought drawn out.
But now I am in a different venue. The only one with an assignment is me. Write I tell myself. Everyday. Read, digest the news, find out what others are saying, and write to them, (it’s called leaving a comment). Well, I have done my part. I do write just about every day. I even have a schedule and a routine. I get up around 5:30, take a pee, rinse my face, squint into my somewhat sleep-deprived eyes, put filtered water into the pot to boil, coffee grounds into the filter on top of my favorite 40 oz cup, and read something while I wait. Then coffee in hand, I make my way back to my friendly little office to . . .
I get the Problogger newsletter, you know. I don’t know if it’s just me or what but every time I find myself intensely interested in a topic, serendipitously so are others. And two days ago I signed up for Yaro Starack’s Blog Tips Newsletter. I even got my first edition yesterday. His advice, “Don’t pick the wrong blog topic” got me to thinking alright. What the hell am I doing wrong? I write about the world we live in from my viewpoint and by trying to explain to myself what the information means. I write about what interests me and have fun making the words state clearly what I am seeing. But Yaro says quite pointedly that three months is the window I want to check for success. Well, it’s been 9 months. 5 readers, 25 or so newsletters subscribers and that’s it. One meaningful dialog. But no consistent visitors to drive the discussions. Ha, what discussions. They are all with myself. Yet, after rereading my about page, I find that I am doing what I set out to do. My blog is about figuring out how an economy, our economy works. I find that if I can keep my sense of humor then the really scarey stuff can be at least laughed off.
So, anyway, here I sit. It’s another Sunday morning. A while ago I heard the LA Times hit my front porch. The temp is already at 75 degrees. And for now, I have nothing left to say. I think I’ll go to the pool.