(Also be sure to follow along with Tina, Jean, Krista, and Tambo as they say much more sane and less esoteric things than me!)
I
can't recall my first exposure to blogging. It was back when the net
was new; back when LiveJournal was just starting out and hadn't been
sold to companies who decided liberally sprinkling the pages with ads
was somehow a good idea. I had wanted to keep a diary for a long time,
but frankly, I suck at diaries. I'm one of those people that purchases
them, keeps a day or two, then relegates them to the back of the
bookshelf so I don't have to feel guilty every time I run across the
empty pages. I thought maybe having people looking in on my work would
help my determination to keep up with it, so I made my first journal.
Like
all journals of young people, there was much emotion and angst, to the
point I don't know how I ever got followers. But I managed with well
over 100, which was a pretty respectable following in the early days of
the net. It helped my memory, my emotional equilibrium, and my life in
general. But at some point I befriended one too many of my flakier
followers. I screamed one too many times where a boyfriend or girlfriend
could see it. And the drama bomb exploded once too often in my lap.
So I abandoned it.
About
the point I felt I could take it back up again, LJ had added
advertisements, and it just didn't feel like the same place anymore. I
already paid for my account, I did my part to support LJ for years, and
saw no reason why I should be punished when times were lean. Especially
when I knew (as everyone there did) that they weren't exactly hurting
for money. I'd be there right now, but what's the point? I thought I'd
give a different blog site a try instead.
I've since thought of taking it up
again, as practice to getting back into daily writing. So far the
"daily" part is an uphill battle, but at least the "writing" is
happening. I am woefully behind, but I haven't given up.
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