I am Lucy
I have to come clean: I was on a bit of a blog high this week. One of my posts was mentioned by Conscientious and What’s the Jackanory? and Drinking with a Dead Man, and I saw pretty much an 1,800 percent increase in visitors. (It’s been a while since I’ve done much math, but I’m pretty sure that number is correct.) Comments galore, more e-mails even than comments, readers out the wazoo, a general feeling of gushiness about the whole concept of blogging. Enthusiasm run amok.
Meanwhile, I didn’t get a damn thing done at my day job for the last few days of the week, and as a freelancer, that’s especially bad. No work = no $$$. So I did what I always do when I’m getting nothing done and staring down a checking account with a near-zero balance: I went shopping. Online, of course, because I appear, in the past few days, to have forgotten that there is an actual non-Web world out there. And, so between the shopping and the e-mailing and the blogging and blog-reading, I got even less work done.
I am officially Lucy Ricardo (either pressed up against the kitchen cabinet by an 8-foot-long loaf of bread coming out of the oven, or stuffing conveyer-belt candy in my mouth and down my shirt—take your pick).
Worst of all, I have not, in the past few days, taken any pictures.
Somehow, in the midst of all this blog lovin’, I’ve lost touch with why I started blogging in the first place: to get myself photographing every day and to share the results of my work with anyone who wanted to have a look.
Everything has felt off-kilter, and it’s clear to me why. The conveyor belt must stop. The bread must fall. I must get back to work, and back to photographing.
Meanwhile, I didn’t get a damn thing done at my day job for the last few days of the week, and as a freelancer, that’s especially bad. No work = no $$$. So I did what I always do when I’m getting nothing done and staring down a checking account with a near-zero balance: I went shopping. Online, of course, because I appear, in the past few days, to have forgotten that there is an actual non-Web world out there. And, so between the shopping and the e-mailing and the blogging and blog-reading, I got even less work done.
I am officially Lucy Ricardo (either pressed up against the kitchen cabinet by an 8-foot-long loaf of bread coming out of the oven, or stuffing conveyer-belt candy in my mouth and down my shirt—take your pick).
Worst of all, I have not, in the past few days, taken any pictures.
Somehow, in the midst of all this blog lovin’, I’ve lost touch with why I started blogging in the first place: to get myself photographing every day and to share the results of my work with anyone who wanted to have a look.
Everything has felt off-kilter, and it’s clear to me why. The conveyor belt must stop. The bread must fall. I must get back to work, and back to photographing.
Labels: Andrew Hetherington, blogs, day job, John Loomis, Jörg Colberg, photographers
posted by Liz at 10:57 PM
2 Comments:
I'm definitely trying to find a balance between blog-reading and blog-writing. For me, I get stuck reading the blogs rather than writing them. There is always more in my Google Reader than I'm willing to read. So what ends up happening is, I read and read until I've had my fill. And when I've had my fill, I don't feel like blogging.
It's tricky.
I know what you mean. I love reading all the blogs I mentioned here a few days ago, for all the reasons I mentioned. At the same time, there are only so many hours in the day, and there's other reading (books, magazines) that I want to get to and seem to be neglecting. I think what I've been feeling the past few days is just an imbalance, sort of like you feel after Halloween. The candy's good, but man, enough already! A little bit here and there; that's what I need.
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