Sisyphus
Demoralized today. Having decided to turn this blog from writing exercise to networking tool, I passed the address around to friends, told old friends the site is active again, added the address to sigs and newsgroup IDs. But most of all, I spent a long day looking over blog sites, some good, many bad, most indifferent.
The point was to examine how the interplay of comments worked, and to find sites where I could contribute more than “Great post!” To be loved, be loveable; networking advice tells me to do favors before asking them. Of course, that involves a fair amount of reading the blogs themselves, and the blogosphere is filled with a lot of wasted time, including the readers’. And what’s got me down is the sense that I’m not doing right by mine.
To much of the blogosphere is me, me, me. And, though I work to tie my daily thoughts into a larger picture, it’s hard to touch big issues in meaningful detail day after day. So all too often, I end up talking about me. I’m doing it right now. That makes it awfully hard to break away from the pack. I’m proud of some of my entries, but too many are no better than pages I quit halfway today. They’re boring. I’m boring.
Nobody bats 1.000, of course, not even Thurber and Orwell and Barry, and I’m nowhere near their league, nor will be without an intimidating amount of practice. Probably never will be. Like I said, demoralized.
So.
See you tomorrow?