I rather miss regularly blogging, regular as in daily or near-daily rather than my current once a week, if that much, pace. Having long ago abandoned all delusions of blogging stardom in favor of hoping my modest little scribbles might prove of value to others, I find myself more often than not stymied by all that nasty real life stuff so obnoxiously interfering with said scribbling … as is amply evidenced by the fact this is my first post here in over a year. Oops. Add into this the issues caused by my ever-lurking thorn in the mind otherwise known as the depression monster, and it’s easy to see why the words don’t flow as they did before.
Blogging is, alas, rapidly going the way of the CD. As a CD is a far superior sonic experience than 99.44% of streaming music conduits, yet is now an afterthought as convenience and disposability of disposable music reigns supreme, so blogging is a far superior communication method than social media for freely expressing complex or deep subjects, yet is now an afterthought in favor of Twitter and/or Facebook hot takes. Never mind there is no control over the platforms and your words there, while no longer your own the moment they are committed to a third party’s digital page, can and will be used against you should you dare step away from the prescribed policies of said third parties. Whenever I see individuals or enterprises wailing loud and long when they are demonetized and/or deplatformed from a social media monolith, only one thought comes to mind: why did you put all your eggs in someone else’s basket in the first place?
There are very few blogs left today compared to blogging’s heyday in the 2000s, when there were seemingly two thousand sites worth visiting. Now? Name any actual blogs – not group sites owned by a media company under whose auspices the select few write for a paycheck, which is course is no sin – you currently read. I occasionally read Ace of Spades, but that’s about it. Most all others have gone away. Which is unfortunate.
I don’t bother writing about politics anymore (hold your applause; I’m still the same curmudgeonly conservative I always was). I’d much rather write about the classic Christian rock I love, or discuss matters of faith, or how we need to take better care of each other and ourselves. Far less wide-reaching in terms of mass appeal than any given well-publicized diatribe about why Politician A is a poopyhead and Politician B is a meanypants, as I’ve well proved to myself. But far more satisfying, and of far greater value.
There is no intention on my part of ever giving up blogging completely. I pay enough for these assorted sites, and they are under my control. I do wish I had more time and energy to compose these modest scribbles, but perhaps this will change. Preferably in a good way. And hopefully my quiet reminders to myself that I need to be more loving and forgiving, more intent on practicing cognitive thinking and cognitive faith so I am better able to take the long view and not be overwhelmed by monotrack reaction to the immediate, will be of benefit to others. I always thank people for reading what I write. Few things mean more than when something I’ve written evokes an unsolicited thankful response.
Don’t let it end.