Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

I've read about blog guilt


... but as I have only been blogging on my Vintage blogs Sara's Attic Blog since 2005 & more recently Handbag Diva , the subject of 'blog guilt' hasn't raised it guilty head. Until I started my FFF blog that is and joined the generic blogsphere as a regular blogger!

Over Christmas the posts are a tad thin on the snowless ground and are mostly of a festive nature, then when the very last cracker is pulled, the last mince pie morsel- ed(I know that isn't a word!) and the last decoration boxed, we tentatively start to think about a new post. Inspiration is seemingly lost along with the post seasonal humour and general bonhomie.


There has been a plethora of meme's doing the rounds and whilst I do enjoy responding to them, I find I feel I have to complete them it bugs me. (Meme; I still don't know how to pronounce this, except that it is a french word, which means the same and that resonates with me as appropriate, a meme is just that, non?) so before I post one of my 4 meme's in draft, I have to post this.


Then I ponder on whether others will think I'm shallow and don't have much to say as it appears I pad out my blog with meme's?

And if I don't complete their memes, will jack or jill take it personally?
If I don't have more than 3/5/10 comments is that a direct comment-less criticism.
Which really isn't a good thing to dwell upon else it distracts me from writing proper posts.


Stinking Billy ( before he left blogland, please come back Billy!) & Moannie have both recently talked about blog guilt and the pressures they feel this blogging lark is quite addictive. I have to get online, in terms of having to get my ideas down in a draft and then tweak it later. having a comment or twelve is the icing on the cake, that does l admit spur me onwards. I do find ideas come to me at the least expected times, in the bathroom, just falling asleep, in the car, more often at work ... as I have so much thinking time, whilst patrolling the larger galleries for hours on end.

Heck! what the feck should I care what others think, but you do don't you? or do you?



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