So today's blog post is like my leftovers. A few little bits that I forgot to mention in a previous post, or a thought that floated through my brain but didn't relate to what I was writing at the time. I refer you here to my previously admitted disorganized tendencies. I have started several posts and left them in the title and first sentence stage thinking that I would get back to them, but they are still sitting in my que waiting for my return. I haven't lost the idea, just the enthusiasm to write about them for the moment. So today is about tidbits put together to make a proper post.
First, I have to admit that I check my stats. Silly isn't it? Did I have two page views or five? Where in the world did they originate? Really - Latvia and Slovenia?? It blows my mind that anyone finds me. After all, I rather enjoy my anonymity. It's seems easier to write that way, and it certainly means there is no pressure to post on any type of regular schedule. This brings me to my dilemma. I like the feeling of my blog the way it is. It's comfortable and reasonably private. But . . . I loved when a Guilfoil cousin found me and told me about a whole other connection that was previously unknown. I would love to hear from someone in my mother's graduating class, but I know that probably won't happen if I stay in my secluded little corner of the internet. Many of the blogs I've read push increasing your followers, joining social networks, and spreading a wide net to make a lot of connections. I find this uncomfortable. Facebook gives me the creeps. Yet . . . I get a thrill when someone comments on one of my posts. I get a kick out of reading my mini-stats. How can I stay the same yet make some connections? Where is that blissful middle? I don't want to ruin what I find so fulfilling.
The Dunbrody Famine Ship I visited in Ireland |
Do you like my new colorful blog? I love it. The quilt was made by my gr. grandmother Anna Mae Allen Moldt Shelko. It was a bit of a wrestle trying to get it on the scanner and trying to scan a place that showed the most pattern. Then I took it into my photo software and softened the edges. I could mess with stuff like this forever. It takes forever because I don't know what I am doing.
Well these aren't many leftovers, but I need to finish this and go to work. I am a slow blogger, and I "wordsmith" posts to death. Strange that I still find so many mistakes after I post them. Originally, this was titled Monday's leftovers, then Tues. and . . . well you get the idea.
Love the quilt! And love leftovers too! I'm eating mine for lunch at work as I read through my google reader! I've never looked at my stats. You'll have to show me how.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is a delight! (I am here on recommendation from Susan at nolichuckyroots.)
ReplyDeleteIf you like your blog the way it is, then leave it that way. Facebook creeps me out too, but that may be because of my age - I vehemently disagree with the little wet-behind-the-ears Zuckerberg that the age of privacy is dead.
My theory on blogging is probably different from a lot of other people. I have two blogs, one for genealogy (just started that one) and another I've had for almost 4 years that has everything else.
So I approach it in this way...I have always journaled - at least since I was 12 years old. In addition to my blogs, I still keep a leather bound journal in which I write with black pen.
Very few people will ever read that one. So it is with my blogs...
I would write as I do even if no one else ever read it. Because I have to write - it's who I am.
Will be a regular reader of yours now....
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Thanks for the kind words. I never realized before how much I enjoy writing, but I wish I had more time to write. The good part is that I totally write what pleases me, but it is a mood lifter when others enjoy it also. Thanks for lifting my mood - I needed it today.
ReplyDeleteI thoroughly enjoyed reading your blog, too. And I have to admit -- I check my stats, too. I would write no matter what, but I'm happier when I know at least my family is checking in.
ReplyDeleteI loved the quilt, too.