Last week I found myself in the middle of an unplanned experiment. From Sunday to Saturday, I published a blog post every day.
I didn’t like it.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked what I wrote. I won’t push that ‘Publish’ button if I don’t like what I’ve written. I didn’t like the experience. I didn’t like the stress. Yes, I said stress. Me, Mr. NoStress himself felt anxiety because of those silly posts. I forgot the rules of the photo challenge(s) midway through the week. I had to adjust my plans because the door I wanted to share on Thursday didn’t look good in black and white. Then, we agreed to announce the Cherished Blogfest on the one day I had been planning to not post, and on which I had hoped to give my readers a break. In addition to all of that, I felt like I was asking my
editor wife to read a bunch more than she agreed to in our marriage vows.
“I promise to love, honor, take care of your dog, test the computer programs you write, find a place for the things you build in your shop, look at your photos, remind you to take your vitamins, make meatloaf on a regular basis and pick out your clothes and proofread the crap you write so the world thinks you have a modicum of taste and a basic understanding of grammar.”
I follow a bunch of people who blog every day. They know who they are, and they know that I find a way to sneak a look at what they are thinking/doing/writing/photographing. Usually, I tap the ‘Like’ button (which means I did like what I saw/read). Sometimes I’ll leave a comment, but there’s a lot to read and there isn’t a lot of time. You might find it unfair, but sometimes the reason I don’t comment is because of the pile of stuff in my inbox and the amount of time I have to get through it. There’s only one me, 24 hours and I have a day-job and I like to get a good night’s sleep.
I wasn’t stressing out about writing. I can write every day. It’s not like I’m writing a novel. The stuff I write today doesn’t have to relate to anything I’ve ever written before. I was stressing out over reading!
I enjoy reading the blogs I follow. I
enjoy really, really enjoy reading your comments and I try to respond to each and every one of them. If you’re a new visitor to my blog and like something I wrote, or leave a comment, I always read at least two of your recent posts. Sometimes I like what you’ve written and I follow you, adding to the pile. The more I write, the more I have to read. I love reading, but, you know, time.
In addition to only having so much time, my daughter gave me a great book for Father’s Day. In addition to that, my wife bought me the DVD set of The Outer Limits. In addition to that, I have a new programming language to learn. In addition to that, Maddie likes me to sit with her when I get home from work. In addition to that, MuMu needs to be brushed – MuMu always needs to be brushed.
What’s a boy to do?
Write less often.
This boy is returning to his comfy old schedule, with one exception:
Thursday Doors – I don’t know how it happened, but Norm flicked on a switch in my brain and Thursday Doors is now a thing. Thursday Doors took me from posting twice a week to three times a week, and I’m not going back.
I’ll fill in the time between Thursdays with an occasional Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt response, a less frequent episode of “If We Were Having a Beer” and the regular old random thoughts that characterize this blog. It’s usually not going to add up to more than three posts a week. Some of you are breathing a deep sigh of relief – it’s OK honey, I understand.