Okay, I’m just going to come out and say this. I do not enjoy blogging. At all.
It’s too damn bad that I have to blog as part of my marketing/author platform. I struggle all the time to come up with ideas for blog posts.
It’s not that I don’t have ideas – I do. But, they generally all have to do with an actual story or my daily life checklist. Not blogging.
To me, blogging is a bit like small talk. Can I do it and do it well? Yes. Of course. But to me, many times blogging reminds me of talking about inconsequential things…like the price of lettuce.
We’ve all be stuck in those conversations where someone is describing her latest grocery store trip and commenting on how the price of lettuce has gone up this week, and how she had to compare the bagged romaine hearts with the regular heads of romaine.
You nod understandingly, eyebrows up as far as they will go to simulate interest, wishing for an Acme Anvil drop – for you or her, but one of you needs to be put out of your misery.
But not a blog-reader or follower. It’s not that I don’t like my fellow bloggers – I love many of them dearly.
It’s that I subscribe to the Sherlock Holmes theory of brain capacity. Watson was shocked he didn’t know the Earth revolved around the sun. He immediately replied that it was interesting but that he would endeavor to forget it as quickly as he could because the mind can only hold so many important facts at a time.
With ADHD (and pregnancy brain to top it off), I only have room in my brain to remember and handle X amount of information. I enjoy the quick, bite-size updates I get on Facebook from the people I care about and am interested in. Anything longer than that, and I begin to get anxiety.
That same anxiety plagues me when I attempt to figure out what to write for a blog post that could be even remotely interesting for anything more than two or three sentences. Right about now, I’m starting to panic that this is just all a bunch of boring hooey, and that you, the reader, are beginning to get fed up with spending precious minutes of your life reading this.
I’ve also found that when I’m in the writing cave, it’s even harder to pull myself out into the meta-sociability of blogging. For me, it’s the equivalent of bringing your laptop to a cocktail party. When I’m writing, I become incredibly unsocial, needing isolation to maintain the energy and focus I need to drive the last words home.
This is a brutally honest post, and I sincerely hope nobody takes offense to it because none is meant. There are many people out there who blog and write beautiful, interesting things, and who have the talent for bringing people into their lives via blogging, sharing stories, skills, and knowledge.
I’m just afraid I am not one of those people because I can barely stand talking about myself in real life, let alone on a blog.
Does anyone else out there have trouble between blogging and writing/social media and introversion/need to promote and fear of being boring?