Here’s a question for you. If I write it will you read?
I’m thinking about blogging regularly again. Been thinking about what I want to accomplish and what purpose blogging serves me. Initially I had grand plans to design patterns and maybe even go into business. But smarter artists than I are struggling and even quitting. Back then my writing was about connecting with others and offering something to develop a potential business base.
To that end, I used to compulsively check my blog stats, just like checking my weight (yeah, I’m eating disordered, too). I would get soooo disappointed when my numbers wouldn’t go up (or my weight would go up!) Or people might look at a post that I worked really hard on and not offer a comment. I even started to read some of the spam comments! (Really, really horrid.)
I’m not there anymore. Writing is for me. Something I enjoy. Just like all the crafts I do. I enjoy it. It relaxes me. It speaks to my desire/need to be creative.
I’ve decided I’ll write when I have something to say. (See “blogging without obligation.”) If I have nothing to say, maybe I’ll just post a picture of where my needle(s) are sitting and what string is attached, like the following:
That’s my goal for the year.
I’ve lost my dogs.
Our Vet not only sent sympathy cards, but made these paw casts, and made donations to Auburn Vet School in our girls’ names.
My Jeff is sick.
He has this rash everywhere—palms, bottom of feet, in his nose, and most likely internally, too.
It’s called Leukocytoclastic Angiitis