I’ve become an avid blog reader. Unfortunately, all this blog reading has distracted me from actually blogging myself. Ironically, about 40% of the RSS feeds I receive are from bloggers blogging about blogging. What does all of this mean? Where is this going? Basically, it means I’m a wannabe blogger and I’m going nowhere. As with anything in my life and as it’s always been for me, I feel as though I have to be some kind of sideline expert before I start something. I know. It’s ridiculous. This whole blogging thing was supposed to be a way for me to just jump in blindly and run with it. Then I made the mistake of reading blogs about blogging and was/am totally intimated. All of a sudden, I felt like I wasn’t good enough to blog about anything.
Find your niche and to write what you know. What do I know? Hell, unless you want to talk about how to create a PDF form, do something in a MS Office Product/Application, or how to manage an office more efficiently (which all makes for boring blog posts), I got nothing to offer. I’m no expert on anything.
Brand yourself. Branding? You mean like what they do to a horses ass? Well, okay. I guess. But no one is touching my ass, especially with some hot iron. I’m just some woman who loves to push the buttons on the keyboard and is still awestruck at how a bunch of little bytes can make things appear on my monitor when I move or click on my mouse.
Monetize your blog. Pffft! I’m quite sure that’s not something I need to worry myself with right now. I like a crisp, clean look on my blog anyway. I hate seeing a ton of ads on my blog. Lord, help me if I’m ever forced to put some ad about how to whiten your teeth on my blog. If that ever happens, someone shoot me.
Still, I find myself reading about blogging. What the hell? I didn’t even know there was a right or wrong way to blog until I started reading all these blogs about blogging. Whatever happened to me just jumping in? I’ve disappointed myself. No more, or at least this is what I’m telling myself. So more randomness to come from me, and more often. And without the thought or worry about following all the rules.