Life

I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell…or ADD.

Okay, this is going to be one of those “leftovers for dinner” kind of posts. I’ll try to keep my ADD reined in, but no promises.

I found the coolest post, I swear. (And by “found”, I mean that WordPress said, “Hey, there’s a link to you over here. Go look.” Have I mentioned lately that I love WordPress? If not, consider it mentioned.) This is one of the super-helpful LiquidWeb guys, and I still maintain that hosting your site anywhere else is just dumb. C’mon, people, where else do you get people who care so much about their jobs and their customers? You know I don’t lie to y’all, and I will say that none of the other hosting companies I’ve tried have even come close. I still have some residual hatred for CrystalTech, but this isn’t about bashing other hosting providers, is it? So I’ll shush.

Next topic — blogs and blogging and vlogging and all that rot. I was reading something about search engine optimization, and as I was reading, I had this stunning realization. All this time, I’ve been looking for ways to increase my readership (oh, how my heart sings at the idea of being read by a kajillion people daily), and I suddenly realized that while I would love having more readers, I would not love the accompanying responsibility of providing something delightful on anything like a regular basis.

I kind of dig the idea that I can post four times in a day here, then go a couple of days without saying anything and not feel like I’m letting anyone down. (Now’s the time where you tell me that you totally miss it when I don’t post daily so that I feel all warm&fuzzy, and then we start a mutual admiration thing for a couple of comments before you have to remind me that as awesome as I am, it’s time to cut it out.)

Also, I was reading OMSH’s contact page (because I’m an obsessive-compulsive who explores every site like that), and the bit where she says something about having a life offline really struck me. Right now, I do have that life offline, and while I freely admit to thinking about this blog when I’m not writing it, editing it or finding new toys to jazz it up, it’s not something that consumes a great deal of my mindspace. Sure, when one of the kids says or does something funny or dumb, I think, “Huh. I need to blog that.” But for the most part, it’s just a fun little hobby (that happens to make a coupla bucks here and there — thanks, Jean!) and a way to update my friends and family (Hi, Mom!) on a regular basis.

I was also thinking about how I’ve ranted and raved and bitched and moaned in this sucker. I use this as a place to come and share my life, warts and all. I think once a blog reaches a certain level, though, some of its…realness, if you will (and I know you will), takes a backseat to the need to entertain the readers. (Although maybe the “famous” bloggers all really do have super-great husbands who never screw up and kids who want nothing to do with laundry baskets and play kitchens, aside from their intended uses.)

Anyway, what I’ve been trying to spit out here is that I love my blog, and while I certainly wouldn’t mind acquiring more readers, I’m really none-too-interested in making this a business venture. Besides that, I happen to know and love nearly every one of my current readers on a personal level. I’d imagine that gets a little harder to do when a blog gets to be the size of, say, Ree’s.

Huh. I guess this wasn’t as leftover-y as I thought it would be. Go, me. Also, today is Wednesday, and I do have a Wednesday with Tricia, so come check back later for my littlest rat’s suuuuper cuteness. (And if you haven’t already gone and looked, go check out fwimsoup. My hair has started doing impressions.)

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