Not sure if anyone has noticed but it’s been a little quiet over here in BGIM land, yeah part of it was the fact that mini me has been home on spring break and we have been having fun. Nine non-stop days of having an energetic 6 year old home doesn’t leave one with much time to write but the other part is that I am in what I have come to call my quarterly blogging doldrums. It seems in the past year that at least a few times a year, I find myself questioning whether I should go the way of bloggers I used to adore and walk away from this space. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy writing and would still write my monthly column for the local arts publication, but to be honest this blogging stuff is well…frankly depressing at times.
The game has changed and yeah, I have said it before but no sooner than I think I might have a handle on it, boom…it changes again. I didn’t plan on writing today but this piece came across my twitter timeline from a blogger I adore and it really hit home what has been bugging me. Damn it! I am a blogger without a niche in a world that says have a niche or else. Funny thing is if I wrote about what I am an expert at, chances are most of y’all wouldn’t be reading me. I mean really, do you want to know the ins and outs of the non-profit sector? With over 15 years in the non-profit sector specifically the human services end and a consulting practice working with agencies that have revenues under a quarter of a million dollars, I definitely am an expert on something. Yet for the most part, this space has been my creative space, my place to more or less not talk about the work that I live and breathe 24/7 that helps put the cornpone on the table.
The thing about blogging today barring having a very specialized niche is that you need time to hustle and be on your game. Gone are the days when you write your post and bam, folks will read you. You need to tweet, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest and probably something else I am forgetting. Gone are the days when readers felt such a sense of loyalty to a blogger that they might consider dropping a tip in the tip jar. The survey I conducted some time back made it clear that for many blog readers, they have so many choices of good stuff that the idea of paying for any of it makes little sense…trust me I understand. As a local Mama blogger and friend said to me the other day when we were hanging out while our kiddos played, the reality is if you plan on making any money at blogging, at the very least you need to look at it like a job and put in the time comparable to a job, a part time one at the very least and I think that is true. Yeah, I tweet a bit but that’s something I can fit in while working as I often do…the beauty of having a 140 character limit is you can fire off thoughts in a moment or so. My reality though is that my time is limited, so I am starting to look at ways I can feed my need to write but not feel like I am losing at this blog game. It costs money to maintain this space and takes time; time I am thinking might be spent writing something that can be shaped into a manuscript.
Of course no sooner than I think it’s time to call it a day, I am suddenly moved to post but who knows what the future holds. Funny thing about life is making plans doesn’t always work with the way life actually happens. Anyway just a day of blogger doldrums and feeling a bit woe is me, of course I can just blame this on those silly hormones that have me craving spicy hot chips as I await that arrival of that most unwelcomed monthly guest that pisses me off.
PS: I fully own that this post might sound whiny and like sour grapes but hey it’s gray, rainy and just a blah kind of day and even the ever-joyful are entitled to a bad day.