Last night my mom told me that my blog was getting boring. She said this lovingly, of course. And she offered up some good ideas for new features, and interesting topics that I could post about.
(Hey, do accountants’ parents tell them how to do their jobs? Just wondering. No reason!)
(Okay, in fairness, I am not a professional blogger.)
(So… do accountants’ parents tell them how to do their hobbies?)
I thanked my mom and said I’d think about her suggestions — which I will — but I also explained that I’m comfortable with where my blog’s at right now. Yes, maybe it’s “quiet.” Maybe it’s not attracting dozens of comments or likes or retweets. But I purposely don’t define its success that way. I don’t define my success that way.
(I consider that a perk of not being a professional blogger.)
Like the tide, most blogs seem to experience a natural ebb and flow. Rather than chase the waves, I’m going to focus on my edits, on getting my manuscript into tip-top shape so I can wow agents when I’m ready to query. I’m going to figure out how to avoid the sharp wrist and back pains I’ve been getting. I’m going to immerse myself in riveting stories and heartbreaking prose. I’m going to spend time with my friends and family and dog.
Meanwhile, the blog is going to continue doing its thing, even if that thing is “boring” for awhile. I think that’s okay.
Note: One thing my mom suggested, which I’ve been considering for some time now anyway, is bring back weekly or biweekly fiction. I came up with a fun new idea, but I’m concerned about whether or not I can balance the demands of a serial with my editing workload, and also uncertain whether or not anyone is actually interested in reading webisodes here. If you have thoughts — and I promise I won’t be offended if they’re not in favor of this idea — please feel free to share.