Lately it's so much simpler to just comment everywhere rather than cook up content on my own steam. I have no steam right now. I am steamless, sans steam, free of motive power... all I have is my thesaurus and the blahs.
Now, somebody claims that there's someone else to blame, but I know this is my own fault. The Hive no longer buzzes as it once did. I did a little research about it... we've had 1600+ posts now in the nearly six years I started. In my two solo years I stuck up a respectable 433 posts, gained a happy little readership, and met some friends along the way. Many more of you I haven't met, of course, but I feel like I know you from all the posting and commenting that I've been involved in. It's wonderfully rewarding.
Naturally, as I've had a co-blogger my own output has declined.* (Then I went and married, too, and all that real life cuts into your time for important stuff.) But I was still surprised to see how far into the minority my posting has gone. Roughly three out of every five posts you see will be the Spider's, and that's held for a good stretch now. Not that I complain - far the reverse. If he hadn't been firing off a dozen at a stretch here and there, this place would have dandelions growing out of the cracks in the template. Nor is this a backhanded plea for him to pick things up. Again, the reverse - I feel a little guilty that it falls to him so often.
* I found some amusement during the researching... Spider joined on 9/28/2006... and inside of a week (10/4/2006 to be exact) he was posting, "Charlie Crist thinks I'm an idiot." Heheheheheheh. He also called Palin as VP ahead of the fact too.
So, what is this emo whinging, anyway?
I'm not focused enough. I'm blogging about blogging more than I blog... and when I do find myself with something to say, few people seem interested. That's my own fault, of course. Write boring stuff and get well-earned yawns; I should rename this place "White Noise and Muzak." It frustrates me to be substandard after doing this so long. Not that I blog to say "I get x number of hits a day, I'm so important and brilliant!" but any writer wants to interest readers, and if I don't do that I am a failed writer. That annoys me.
I also like being in conversations. I can go places and find vibrant conversations and chime in, or sit in the virtual corner and listen, and be a part of something better than myself. But lately I seem incapable of giving others a welcome forum for the same thing. Something about the Hive has been putting people off and I want to figure it out and fix it. On occasion, it's nice to yell along with folks, but you should never feel yelled at.
This requires some thought.