I began blogging in 2006, first on another platform and then here in 2009. I began as a result of my job (teaching) becoming less creative and more scripted, and I needed at creative outlet that was quick and easy and relatively mess-free. As an English teacher, writing something that I could immediately publish was the answer. (It also allowed me to live out my fantasy as a retired English teacher, writing mysteries of a living, like my favorite fictitious author.)
I certainly wasn't the only blogger, nor was I the best blogger, but it was fun--and in time, I met other bloggers who became friends after a fashion. We read each others blogs and commented on the posts and some of us worked on projects together and did whatever we could to be supportive.
But things have changed in the blogging world, and the industry has been touted as a way to make real money in your own home on your own schedule. All you have to do is....(Fill in the blank here with various plug-ins and whatnot. Mostly whatnot.)
Folks have aligned themselves, sort of like an episode of Survivor, and the same people are participating in the same stuff and we've all seen the stuff from those particular folks. Everyone jumps on whatever boat is floating until it gets too heavy and then it's on to whichever boat is leaving port next.
And then there are the ads...so many, many ads. Pop-up ads that take forever to load and then the message that a plug-in isn't working and why am I looking at LL Cool J on every. Single. Blog. If it takes five minutes for your blog to load? I have moved on.
One of the comforting things regarding this post is that the folks to whom I am speaking aren't reading my blog any longer, despite the fact that we were friends, after a fashion. My steadfast readers either (a) don't blog themselves, or (b) are still using a blog as a creative outlet, and not as some giant money-making machine.
So, dear readers, read away. I will not hassle you with a bunch of pop-up ads or other annoying stuff. I'm rarely asked to be a part of any kind of blog hop, and my self-promotion gene is non-existent. What you will get here is a quirky outlook on middle-age and photos of a house that looks like the set of Murder, She Wrote presented by a blogger who wouldn't mind being Jessica Fletcher.